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my best friend's dad(5)

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Chapter 5

The sunlight hit my face the next morning and pulled me awake with a warm glow that should have felt peaceful but instead it only reminded me of everything that had happened the night before because I could still feel the ache between my legs where David had stretched me open and filled me so completely and the faint sticky reminder of his cum that had leaked out of me while I slept made my cheeks flush with a mix of shame and pure want.

I lay there in the guest bed listening to th
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