90-DAYS WET
He just drove himself home, the impact of his body hitting hers sounding like a clap of thunder in the small cabin.
Maya shrieked as he filled her, the stretch and the heat of him finally completing the sacrifice. He started a brutal, rhythmic pace, his balls slapping against her with a wet, visceral sound. Every thrust was a claim, a physical branding that told the world she belonged to the mountain.
"Take it all," he panted, his hands moving to her hair, pulling her head back. "Take Daddy’s seed. You’re going to be so full of me you won’t be able to walk for a week."
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