“Fuck, Mateo,” Evie moans. “You feel so good.” “I’m going to make you come again. Then you’re going to ride my cock like a good girl. I want you walking around sore as fuck, remembering who was between your thighs. Reminding you that you.” I slam my hips forward. “Are.” Thrust. “Ours.” Thrust. “Oh, god,” Evie groans. Sweat is slicking both our bodies, our breath sawing in and out of our lungs. But neither of us are ready to leave this bubble we are in. “Come for me, buttercup,” I rasp, grinding against her clit. She clamps down on me so hard, my thrusts stutter. “Mateo!” I roll before she can
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