His hands hold my legs open while his cock pistons in and out. The man bangs the everliving shit out of me. And the faster I jerk my hips, the harder he thrusts. And the louder I beg for him, the deeper he buries himself inside me. And soon everything is just a blur of moans and sweat and a frantic chase for release. Pressure is simmering now, boiling low in my belly. I know I’m almost there. My body is almost ready. “I’m so close,” I sob into the mattress, “Please, Mason.” I’m past the point of trying to be cute or ladylike. I just want him to make me see the moon and the stars. His hand
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