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26: Assault
Ian
I’m in between meetings when Darby drops by on her walk back from the homestead with Tessa.
“Move another tree?” Tucking my mate onto my lap, I nuzzle her neck, slipping one hand between her thighs. Her pretty pink pussy is constantly damp and warmer even than usual from the medication, and it’s irresistible. I can’t keep my hands off her the instant she’s around. Not that that’s much different than before.
“Yes, and I’m exhausted,” she grumbles. Darby’s head tips back, resting against my shoulder, exposing her throat to my ministrations and she moans, relaxing into my arms. “For the sake of honesty, I only stopped in to use you for your body.”
“I’m okay with that,” I murmur with a smile. It&rs
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