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The night stretched long, the glow of Ava’s phone lighting up her face as message after message rolled in. She couldn’t stop—didn’t want to. Every time Matt’s name appeared at the top of her screen, her body reacted before her brain caught up.

Matt: Spread those lips for me again. Show Daddy that pussy.

Her thighs trembled as she angled the camera, snapping a photo with two fingers pulling her open. She sent it, biting her lip.

The reply was immediate.

Matt: Goddamn. Look at that. I’d ruin you.
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