Haley Turner

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Her waking up to find me knuckle deep in her vagina would be… difficult to explain. When I feel the texture of the string, I grip it between my gloved fingers, steeling myself before I start to pull slow and steady, careful not to hurt her any more than necessary. She whimpers quietly, making me bite down on my inner cheek. Almost done, little love, hang in there. I let out a heavy breath as the IUD slides from her.
For the Love of Layla
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