“F-five!” I scream. “Oh, there she is,” he grunts, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling me up until my back is pressed against his bare chest. “My naughty little slut.” “Yeah.” “You ready to feel the sixth one?” “Uh-huh.” He slides his free arm around my waist, holding me tight as he rolls his hips, driving farther inside me until I feel that final piercing—and I mean I feel it in the very depths of my soul. From the tips of my toes to the end of every single hair on my head. That spot he can reach with his fingers? Well, he can damn well give it a deep tissue massage with the end of
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