Laurel had gotten plenty of head in her time, but never like this. Flynn fucked her with his mouth…
Cara McKennaThat gooey stuff inside a Boston crème donut. That’s what you smell like. Now I’ll get a hard-on every time I eat one.
Cara McKennaI spend forty to fifty hours a week at everybody’s beck and call. When I’m off, I want what I want, the way I want it.
Cara McKennaMy mouth could deny my interest in Kelly all day long, but my pussy didn’t lie. He felt like more than a single person. Two hands, a hard body, a mean voice. A one-man orgy. I’d leave here limping, just as he’d promised.
Cara McKennaRight now, though, the world spun on Kelly’s cock. The sun rose and set around it, and I wanted it like I’d never known I could want anything.
Cara McKennaHis irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform…
Cara McKenna…his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.
Cara McKennaHis pale irises had grown as dark as his intentions, lids heavy.
Cara McKennaI studied his eyes. They were nearly a color today, a frozen lake reflecting a clear blue...
Cara McKennaHis lips were parted, lids heavy. This moment might not be about him and me, about two bodies unified in pleasure or anything profound, but goddamn he looked good. Looked exactly as he felt— strong and big and one hundred percent in control. And I felt exactly as he surely saw me, a hungry vessel, eager to please, at the mercy of his cock.
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