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GREYSON
Holy f*****g s**t, my love had girth. Was it any wonder women moaned about his d**k? I’d seen it dozens of times in action, but to be on the receiving end? Goddamn delicious.
I’d had my fair share of c***s shoved up my backside, but no one stretched me like Blaine. No one filled up every inch inside my hole with such perfection to the point I could almost feel him stabbing into my heart.
Or perhaps that was my thrumming elation from finally having him inside me.
And to taste his mouth as he buried deep…
I had no words to express my happiness, my emotions toward him.
Spine-tingling energy amped my feelings by tenfold, making me desperate for him. More. Deeper. Lodged in my body as integrally as he was in my head and my heart.
He pulled out and thrust back in with a groan,
