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... hard she saw stars behind her eyelids. She cried out, nails sinking into his shoulders, her hips jerking as every nerve in her body lit up.
"Fuck—fuck, that’s it, baby," Winn groaned. He pulled her tight against him, his own rhythm faltering as she pulsed around him. "Jesus!"
She buried her face in his neck, gasping his name over and over, trembling in his arms.
Winn’s hands were brutal on her hips, guiding her, forcing her to keep riding him. His eyes locked onto hers wh ...
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