The Bride He Bought
She wails in a cracked voice, her hands clawing at my back.
I drive through it, grinding deep, riding every convulsion of her body. The sight of her thighs quivering, chest heaving, tears streaking her face, completely wrecks me.
Her pulsing drags me under. My body jerks and my hips slam hard one last time as I explode inside her. My cock pulses brutally, spilling until I’m emptied. Hoarse groans drag from my throat, nothing like me, as I bury my face against her neck, thrusting through every violent spasm until I’m drained, every last twitch wrung out of me.
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