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Racer's Ravaging

I leaned up between my own legs as much as I could to catch his shoulders. “Then stuff it full, Racer. Hurt me.”

His brows lifted then he gave me a slow evil smile. “As you wish.”

He pushed the back of my thighs further down making my ass naturally lift toward him as I was folded. He spit on his hand and lightly moistened the entrance. Trailing his finger around it.

Making me writhe with the need to be stretched. Despite being pinned as I was, I rotated my hips in circles beneath him. Inviting him in.

“Ugh.” He groaned. His eyes brightening at the sight. He tipped his hand and pressed a finger into me. Turning it to loosen the ring of muscle protecting my entrance.

“Does it feel good, Vanna?”

“Yes.” I breathed. My neck straining and still pulling at his shoulders in my impatience.

“Now, Racer.” I panted. “I want you inside.”

“Fine.”

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Gita Irwin
‘Dragged’ not ‘drug’ . Bad grammar.
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Jaqualine
And to think I hated racer this whole time.
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