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... , slow and heavy, the mattress letting out a long, defeated groan that sounded almost human.
The bridal-suite sheets were beyond saving, soaked through, twisted into wet ropes, streaked with sweat, spit, cum, and the faint pinkish traces of the scratches she had clawed into his back.
One thick arm slid behind his head, bicep flexing lazily, the other rested across the ridged plane of his stomach, fingers loose, almost casual, but his cock, still furiously hard, jutted straight up ...
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