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Tiffani Wilson, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Earth
He lifted me and my full breasts pressed into the smooth, cold surface of the wall as his c**k entered me from behind. I could feel his chest looming over my back, which was a shock to my system. I was tall, just over six foot, and not one lover I’d ever had, even when I was thin, had ever been able to dominate me, manhandle me, make me feel… small. Never. Not like this.
He was massive, his presence behind me like a giant. I glanced at the huge arm that held my wrists trapped to the wall above my head. The biceps on that arm were easily the size of my thigh, and rock hard. Just like the c**k stretching me open, filling me up to the brink of pain.
“Mine.” The word was a barely recognizable growl but it made my p***y clamp dow
