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Vigil
I had every intention of stripping down and just holding Mila, but the second she crawled beneath the blankets to join me, she disappeared beneath, her hands and mouth attacking my chubbed d**k.
“Goddamn, wildcat.” I clenched my jaw, tipped my head back, and tangled my fists in her hair.
She murmured her appreciation over my swelling d**k between her lips, and I fought to keep from bucking upward, letting her explore and see what I was packing just like she’d wanted to do the night before.
“Thought you were tired,” I said through gritted teeth as hers scraped up over my length with the perfect amount of bite. She had f*****g teeth, alright. Thank f**k.
“Mmm.” She popped off me and tossed back the covers, her dark hair a wild mess, her pupils eating at the chestnut ring aroun
