Dripping Desires
I heard Jax roar, his hips stuttering as he emptied his own release deep into my bowels, a hot flood joining the chaos inside me.
I collapsed forward, a broken, sobbing, sated mess, pinned between them, feeling their seed and my own juices leak from me. I couldn’t understand what just happened or who I was, but worst of all I let it happen.
The director’s voice cut through the haze of my climax. “And… cut! Good. Print that. Daisy, babe, the crying at the end? A bit much. But the squirting… fucking gold.”
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