We were alone in the bedroom, and he took everything for himself. I didn't just give in — he took. Hard, without a word, without asking permission. I wasn't the owner of my body — I was his thing for the night. He held me the way he wanted, took me the way he needed, and every time I thought I couldn't take any more, he proved me wrong. I came again and again, losing count, losing myself. It was rough, dirty, and absolutely magnificent. I can still feel his hands on my skin. Listen to me relive it all over again — every second, every moan, every orgasm. A few orgasms from that beautiful marathon are here for you.
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