Saints Don't Moan
I thought I noticed someone at the door, but I was too caught up in the moment to confirm.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, flipping our positions such that I was hovering over her once more. I parted her knees wide, resting them over my shoulders, opening up completely. I pushed inside her.
“Miguel, fuck me,”
“You like that?”
“Yeah, ohh, yeah,” she responded while she struggled to find something to grab.
“Call my name,”
“Miguel,” she screamed, “Miguel,”
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