“More?” he asks. “A lusty lass like you can take it.” His words send a bolt of arousal straight to my pussy. My hand drifts between my legs, and I rub my clit through my petticoat, apron, and skirt. Chuckling, Jack cups the back of my head with a gloved hand. This time, warmth radiates through the leather. Before I can consider this temperature change, his cockhead hits the back of my throat. My pussy tightens, wishing it was the one taking such a heavy dick. “Here it comes.” He pushes forward, toward my tonsils, somehow circumventing my gag reflex. Every time William used to go deep, I would
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