And then…I knew why…he was suddenly making love to me. He’d ran his hand up the front of my body, pulling me up to his chest as he rocked inside of me. It happened when I rested my head against his shoulder. “I love you, Quinci,” he whispered in my ear. There it was. He didn’t say, Princess, I love you. He said, Quinci. “I love you, Quinci.” That was real. That was outside of the expectations that he’d set…we’d both set. Those words were the reason that I’d cried while he made love to me. Those words were the reason I let him work himself in my asshole. Anal sex while high, tipsy, and
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