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“I thought you’d never fucking ask, Thorn! Yes. Fuck yes. Wait, are we talking double ass or double vag? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, and if—”
“That’s it, Beautiful Thorn,” he praised as I pushed back on his cock. “You’re a fucking queen, you know that?”
How could anyone even remember their own name with that much dick inside at once?
It was a soul connection that no one could shake. We were made for each other, the five of us, and needed no formality to reinforce that fact.
All of them, all at once.
My Boys of Bellerose.
