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ASHER'S ANGER

After letting out a menacing growl, he backhanded me across my left cheek so hard that my head moved to the side, the pain so much worse and so much warmer than the first slap. I stayed quiet a few moments, trying to reorient myself.

“Looks like Pretty Bird knows her place now,” he said down at me.

I turned back to him, my pussy pulsing, and spit up at him. After I did, he ripped the bottom of his mask off just slightly to show his lips, showing me that scar that only Alpha Asher wore on his face.

He spit down at me and pulled his mask back on. “Pathetic fucking whore.”

His spit landed on the corner of my mouth, and he rubbed it around my face, ruining my makeup. He covered my mouth and nose with his large, callous hand as they both continued to pound into my pussy. I squeezed my eyes closed and arched my back, coming on both of their cocks.

The man behind me stilled inside of me, his cum leaking down my ass as he pulled himself out of me. Asher thrust a few more times deep into my pu
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