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... me, submitting to me completely, and I took the initiative to give her the taste of my hunger.
Her breath shortened, a sign that she needed to breathe, but I wasn’t anywhere near done. I’m feral in the thought of ravaging her lips so that anyone who saw would know she had been kissed senseless by her husband.
I used my teeth on her bottom lip, and she rasped thickly, quivering under my touch as if she was on the verge of coming apart. I sucked, bit, repeating until I could taste ...
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