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Flynn
Dirty.
Sweaty.
Incredibly tight—wet.
My mind roared as I breathed her in, the sharp stench of piss, the coppery tang of blood on my tongue, the sweetness of her breath panting against my lips.
My woman. Mine.
I slammed into her over and over, unable to go slow or gentle—but I held her gaze, anchored my soul to the earth in her eyes as blood l**t thrust me forward. Taking. Claiming what finally belonged to me.
Her tight heat clamped around me, and she let out a cry, her head tipping back, offering her neck.
Growling, I latched onto her soft skin. f****d into her over and over as her sweet p***y milked around me, her cries tightening my balls against my body. A rush of tingles along my spine—and I came with a roar, c*m bursting from my c**k, shooting deep inside her.
Fucki
