“Shh. You wouldn’t want anyone outside to hear how much of a slut you are, would you?” My eyes rolled back as he thrust—hard, fast, brutal. Every drag of his hips punished me, every slap of skin echoed in the room that no longer felt like mine. It was his now. I was his now.
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