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My palms smacked the cold floor, my body bent, my ass raised high for him. I couldn't even think of it, tears almost streamed from my eyes.

“Stay just like that,” he growled behind me, his voice rough, full of command.

And then I felt it, his cock, heavy and hot, sliding between the cheeks of my ass, pressing down as if testing, teasing, reminding me how completely he owned me.

My breath hitched, my thighs trembled, every nerve alive and screaming.

“Fuck… look at this ass,” he muttered, smacking it hard, the sting echoing through me. I gasped, but the sound turned into a moan before I could catch it.

His palm landed again, sharper this time, my skin already hot and red.

Then he pushed forward. His cock slipped lower, harder, finding the right place, spreading me open with no mercy. I bit down on my lip, eyes squeezing shut, as the pressure built and built until he was inside me.

The stretch was brutal. Full. Consuming.

“Trent…” I gasped, my voice breaking, but he only slammed his hi
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