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Pulling out, he drops to the bed, dragging my body with him as we lay there, only the sounds of our mixed breathing to be heard. And then, I giggle. “Not bad,” he responds with a frustrated groan. “But now…” The shift in his tone was near immediate and I feel a pang of fear. “Who the fuck hit you?”
Desperate Run
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