“I need you. I'm ready, Little Star. Please! Please fuck me. I've dreamed-dreamed of this moment for months. Since the moment I saw you… I knew. I want to remember this until the day I die. I'm yours, Little Star,” he breathes his confession against my lips, grunting when I take him in my hands and line him up. “I’m yours,” he breathes again, barely above a whisper, staring deep into my eyes. “You're good with no condoms?” I ask with hesitation, eyeing him as he nods without hesitation. “Yes, Little Star. I want you raw. I want to feel the flutters of your pussy when I finally settle inside
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