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Be easy to hold in my grip while my mouth latches onto her nipple.

Sucks.

Licks.

Nips.

Bites.

Fuck.

I think she’ll like that shit.

I think she’ll like it a lot.

Probably be into a good little titty slap too.

She damn near came when I did it to her clit.

“Woowwwwww,” Kegger airily chuckles, “it leaves you speechless?!”

Lightly laughing it off is accompanied by a small shrug.

She leaves me fucking speechless.

How one woman is so perfectly imperfect is mind fuckery.

And so is the way she makes me wish I were less imperfect because she deserves perfection.

Which I can’t give her.

But fuckme do I wanna try.

I wanna give her great rides and great dick and great waterfront views of the world.

Show her what it’s truly made of.

The good.

The bad.

The broken where there’s still beauty.

I wanna teach her to truly live.

And who knows.

Maybe by doing so…she’ll teach me to have a voice that’s just my own.

One that doesn’t have me sounding like the biggest moron in the room.

“And that small crate!” shrieks Harry, redirecting our attention back to him. “Do not bloody forget that small crate!” In a somewhat lower volume, he murmurs, “It would have been wiser for us all if you would have simply started there; however, I digress…”

All of a sudden, a whimpering sound hits our ears, furrowing our eyebrows in tandem.

“It is an exotic pet,” the broker quickly explains to us before snipping at the moving crew. “Be extra careful with it, shall you?”

The taller, bronze shaded male grunts his annoyance at the same time he bends to grab the package that releases a louder, more fearful whine.