"Harder," Bod mumbled, lips pressed against hers, words pressed into her skin. "Scratch me harder. Please."
Again, the innocence was still there even when he was thrusting into her about as hard as he could, uncaring about breaking the desk or marking the wall or anything else. He just wanted to be inside her and he wanted to be deep.
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Again, the innocence was still there even when he was thrusting into her about as hard as he could, uncaring about breaking the desk or marking the wall or anything else. He just wanted to be inside her and he wanted to be deep.