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2024-08-28 04:45:38I woke to strange smells, too much heat and a hand cupped around my breast, pulling it further to the center. There was tugging on the little pink crest that seemed to have a direct line down to the center of me. Making it reflexively tighten there.
Creating an ache and a tension that reminded me he was still there.
He didn’t remove himself.
We’d both fallen asleep with him still planted within my sweet hollow.
And he’s not about to leave now.
He moaned and became a bit forceful. Suckling that fleshy bit more roughly. Nipping it between his teeth and stretching it.
Making me cry out at the shocking pleasure of it.
I couldn’t see any light to gauge the time, but I could feel the lustful aggression still rolling off him. Indicating that it was obviously still night.
Still the pink moon. The Mating Moon.
He pulled harder and my fingers bit into his scalp, already tangled in his hair. Making him
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