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... ire world—literally and figuratively. The moment he thrust into me from behind, it hit different. The angle, the depth... it was overwhelming and fucking incredible.
"Oh my God!" I cried out, my voice echoing against the rocks. "Nick... Ah, fuck!"
The moans wouldn’t stop. My body responded wildly to every push. I swore I could feel him deep, past my navel, invading every part of me within.
He reached forward, cupping my breast, his breath hot on my ear. "Tell me, Georgia. ...
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