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Sophia

Gunnar rutted into me like a caveman, his need primitive and carnal, and I welcomed each wild thrust of his hips. The plug he’d pressed into my bottom stretched me wide, his cock adding pressure to the brink of pain, pushing me higher and higher. I loved it. He knew, somehow, to push me past what I thought I could handle and into a new place where I loved it. I had no control