Butterbean

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might fall, but his strong arms would never let that happen. He roars close to my ear, convulsing against me when he finds his release. It seems like his orgasm goes on forever. By the time he sets me on my feet, my legs have turned to rubber, and he grabs my hips, preventing me from falling over. He pulls me into him and wraps his arms around me. “I needed that, darlin’,” he says with his warm lips against my temple.
Takeoff (Take, #3)
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