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GABRIELA
Carlos lowered himself to the exact spot that had become a burning inferno and said, “Be a good girl and spread your legs. I’m not going to touch you until you beg for it.”
I had no shame, even though the bandage stuck to my side served as an awkward reminder that fire and horses don’t mix.
“I want to taste you so bad, I’ve been starving for your p***y for months now. Dreaming about the sound of you moaning my name. But not unless you tell me you’re ready.” The love in his eyes healed me in ways I couldn’t imagine.
He kept his word by not touching me there. Just using his breath to melt a trail across my pounding c**t.
For the first time in so long I felt untroubled.
Sure, I hadn’t spoken to my father or mother this whole time in spite of their messages, cards, calls…
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