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“I truly see Georgia now—not just her perfections, but her flaws, too. And I love her even more.”
—Wyatt Gates
Georgia’s moan as I slide into her wetness is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. It drives me to the bridge of insanity, like everything about her does. Every. f*****g. Thing.
She’s turned away from me. Her long blonde hair, still wet from the shower, falls to cover her face as I continue my assault. My fingers splay across the toned skin of her shoulders, and every time her a*s pushes back to hit me, I want to explode.
We’re frantic now, our bodies pounding against each other, chasing another o****m that we’re desperate for. Georgia slides a hand between her legs, and the image of her touching herself makes me growl loudly into the dark room. She whimpers and cries out as
