20 wild encounters
Eli’s voice was a low rumble against my skin as he stood and began to unfasten his own scrubs.
I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat.
Slowly, Eli pressed himself against me, wet and slick from his own ministrations. The first inch slid inside, and I clenched around him reflexively, my body stretching to accommodate the impossible fullness. With careful, agonizing patience, he pushed deeper until he was fully seated.
A fresh fire bloomed inside me, raw and wild. It was a sensation of total displacement, of being completely filled. Robby’s hands gripped my waist, steadying my weight as the two of them began to move.
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