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Chapter 5: Staying

Auteur: C B Rook
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-28 17:08:28

Ayla

A faint echo of salt and skin still lingered on my mouth. The taste of him thick and fading even as his body kept moving above mine. He thrust again and again and again. Each push steady. Mechanical. The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the small room like a clock that had forgotten how to tell time. I was filled. Stretched open around the familiar girth of him. Yet the fullness brought no satisfaction. Only a hollow ache that settled deeper with every stroke. As though my body had l
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