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“You should remember what you said, wife. You said that I can do whatever I want once I can walk away, right? That night we can't do it because of my disability, but now that I'm cured, I'm sure that you're already prepared.” W-What the hell is he talking about? I could feel my cheeks feel hot, so as my ears as I couldn't look at him in the eyes. I let him ravish my lips and couldn't help but groaned from the pleasure. I just finished crying earlier... It seemed that Phoenix could guess what I said in my mind and let out a husky chuckle as he seductively whispered in my ears. “Now let's make you cry differently. A cry in pleasure, my wife.” Phoenix hoarsely said as he unclasped the hook of m

The chaos of the gala fueled it, every gasp and flash replaying while I fucked him deep. “Harder,” he panted, grinding down. I flipped us best I could in the tight space, pinning him beneath me on the seat. Thrusts turned punishing, raw. His legs wrapped around me. We came together shuddering, messy and loud, bodies trembling in the aftermath. I stayed buried in him a minute, catching my breath. The city hummed outside. Everything had fallen apart and pieced back weird. “I think I can get used to being gay,” I said, voice rough but real.

“We’re all not perceived as normal. We love whoever our hearts tell us to and we don’t abide by social constructs that the world has placed for us.” “So you’re all gay?” Cedric asked bluntly. I smacked his arm. “Don’t answer that, I think it’s great.” “We sure like it here.” Liberty giggled. “So where are the Phoenixs?” I questioned. “Oh they only come out at night.” Nova informed us. “So they’ll be here for the celebration.” “So, I’m assuming we can rest?” Penn asked. “I’m quite exhausted.” “As am I.” Hunter agreed. “I cannot wait to return to Gynem, I will sleep for a week straight.”

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