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“No, baby girl,” he finally answers. “You are.”
“Your screams,” he murmurs as I come down from the high. “Those fucking screams are spiritual, Lyra.”
It pulses out of me with each aftershock as he slowly pulls his hand free of the vice grips that is my cunt.
“Your cunt was molded to be my personal little fuck sleeve, wasn’t it,
