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She Sleeps After Ruin
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2025-08-02 08:15:38DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE
She should’ve collapsed after the first time. But I wasn’t fucking done. My anger was far from spent. No. It was burning hotter now, deeper than before, knotted up inside me like barbed wire. And even though she was trembling beneath me, thighs slick and raw, her body pliant from the last time I took her, I still wanted more. Needed more. “Open your legs for me,” I growled, voice scraping low. She obeyed. Soft. Quiet. Innocent. Fuck. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve let her sleep. But she was mine. She wore my bruises now, my cum still dripping out of her swollen little cunt, and still, it wasn’t enough. I needed her ruined. I grabbed her waist, dragged her down to the edge of the mattress. Her breath hitched. I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You’re going to take it again.
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