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Anna
When we got back to the cabin, we barely made it inside before our clothes were ripped off and our lips locked in pure lust. For two days straight, Jack and I took full advantage of my circumstances. If there was some other part of the cabin to have s*x in, Jack didn’t know about it. He f****d me against the cold wood-paneled walls, against the shiny oak floors, bent over his sleek granite counters in the kitchen. At one point on the second day, we attempted to crawl to the bedroom, but made it only to the plush rug in the hallway. We even did it in various positions I didn’t recall in the Kama Sutra. Bent over the chaise lounge in his master bedroom, laid across the beautiful stone bench in the shower, straddled on top of him on the desk in his study, on the swing that overlooked
