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“I wish I could bury myself.” Avery mumbled as she woke up to Ian’s warm body next to hers, completely stacked naked, and so was she.
“I can’t believe I let this happen again,” Avery mumbled as she recalled Ian seriously trying to tell her something important she instantly dismissed because it didn’t make any sense.
Then she recalled him smelling so annoyingly sweet and inviting, in a way that threw her entire body into turmoil.
She recalled giving in to her raging lust and climbing on top of him, grinding on him as her insides throbbed to be filled.
Before Ian agreed to her request, she was wet for him; she craved him, a craving so dangerous she lost all reason.
At that moment, nothing else matters to her.
She just wanted to scratch the itchiness inside he
