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Dryas
The tears are still fresh on Rue’s face as I carry her over to the little wooden table, stripping her until she is bare before me. With every article of clothing that I remove, I am greeted with a bounty of her creamy, freckled skin. The tight pink buds of her n*****s call to me as I strip off her shirt. I put my mouth on them and taste the salty sweetness of her flesh as I rip at her pants.
She makes the sweetest little moans, gripping the table’s edges. When she is bared before me, I take a moment to step back and take her in. Her mussed copper curtain of hair, her piercing blue eyes. Her heaving chest, her slender belly. Her gently freckled legs, split by the glimmer of red hair that protects her p***y.
“Mine,” I murmur, almost to myself. I look up to catch her electric blu
