You approve? [with a dazed sort of wonder in her tone. she'd made herself forget how Dorian made her feel and. with the cottage to herself, he could visit whenever he pleased. and she sinks gracefully to the ground. or more accurately, the asphalt. the grit of which doesn't bother her one bit.
she does, because she'd been mocked for them by classmates in the past and she wants to believe that the way she was built wasn't a bad thing, it was simply who she was. and she groans loudly as he bites along her breasts, louder than that as he begins to fuck her, wet and sweet and ready, right on the pavement. who has a problem with this? not her, and she wouldn't care to know whomever did]
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she does, because she'd been mocked for them by classmates in the past and she wants to believe that the way she was built wasn't a bad thing, it was simply who she was. and she groans loudly as he bites along her breasts, louder than that as he begins to fuck her, wet and sweet and ready, right on the pavement. who has a problem with this? not her, and she wouldn't care to know whomever did]