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"But I thought this party was for me"

"It is"

And then he was inside of her Tate cried out, her shoulders arching away froainst her breast bone, pressing her down flat, then he leaned forward Kissed her softly

"Do you want to be untied?" he whispered, his lips against hers

"I want you to do whatever you want," she whispered back

He slaainst her so hard, she actually shrieked, and her hands auto the entire end table forward A lamp wobbled and fell to the floor, but Ja her

Oh , he’s been saving up for this …

On a technical level, Tate didn’t kno to describe the sex they had; it wasn’t " love", that was for sure At least, not the way , there was always at least so of pain, with a thick layer of pleasure blanketing it Perfection Ja, in every sense of the word On top of her, inside of her, his hands against her He took her over and overflowed her and she spilled over with him

Absolute perfection

This is hoe make love

"Jesus, Tate, I tell you to shut the fuck up, and you start screa into her Tate tried to respond, but couldn’t catch her breath She tried to reach her ar tied up – she wanted to touch hi hied to get out

"Is that a fucking joke? How could I ever not hear you; you never stop talking"

"And you never listen"

He slapped her across the face

He’s pulling out the good stuff awfully early – hespeak toher hips towards his own

"I’ll speak to you any way I fucking want," she pressed He slapped her again, and then his hand was tight around her neck Squeezing Al

"Godda to her breast Biting Kissing Sa to shiver