Zach thrusts my dress up some more, until my ass is bared, before grasping the cheeks in his hands and massaging them. He pulls them apart before pushing them together and every time he does that, my clit grinds against his dick. “You afraid?” he asks in an abraded voice. “No. Maybe a little.” He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips, making my heart melt. “I’m gonna use you up.” “What?” He nods, his nose rubbing up and down my own. “Yeah. Why shouldn’t I? I hate this place. I hate every second of every day that I’m here. I deserve this. I deserve something good, don’t I?” I cup his jaw
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