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ASHLEY.
"Sinclair, " I whimper, grabbing hold of his head as he takes my breast in his mouth; his tongue swirling around the bud, while his cock remains buried deep in me; tearing my pussy apart, and my vision becomes blurry with tears.
It hurts. It hurts so fucking much, because he's so big, and I can barely take in everything, but Goddamn it, does it hurt so good?
"How does it feel, Little Greene? Tell me. How does it feel to have my cock in you?" He whispers, his hand moving to my ponytail to pull my gaze to meet his, and I part my lips to say something, but what comes out are moans.
"Tell me, Ashley. How good I make you feel. Have I satisfied your naughty thoughts of having me buried in you? I bet it's even better. " He groans as he pulls back, and slams in completely; forcing a scream from my mouth as my head falls against his shoulder.
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MercyCrownI wasn't going to update until later on, but this scene kept playing in my head, and I just had to^_^ I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you for reading! And please vote with your gems while you're at it.(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
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