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ISABELLE'S POV— 106

Holy hell, you're fucking dripping for me, my love, I have been bad, my love, shit, I have been bad for not pleasing you enough, hold on tight to me, baby," he says, panting against my ears. His large hand holds the back of my head, so tender. "Isabelle, love," he calls softly, his warm breath pouring over my skin, and I can feel his cock against my lips, causing my stomach to make a somersault.

"Yes, Kyler," I manage out.

"Tell me, tell me how bad you want me," his forehead pressing against mine.

"Shit, you know that, you know how bad—" My words disappear into moans, and screams as he pushes inside of me deep and fast. He doesn't wait and begin pummeling. "Ah!"

"Don't—" thrust, his other hands closes around my neck, forcing me to look at him, "Don't you—" thrust, "Ever—" harder this time, "Try to make—" Thrust, "ME JEALOUS," he growls, my eyes falls back, and I open my mouth. Kyler grips my hair in a fist, "Now, tell me, whose cock is fucking you, whose cock is giving so much dam
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