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“No,” Meg panted, everything in her responding to this man This

was insane She was not going to stand here and let this man take her

Her nment with

the thinking pattern Her pussy et and pulsing for him She

pushed against his hand Oh, she wanted this Why did she have to

want this? “Don’t stop”

“Oh, I won’t stop” Beck groaned between his clenched teeth

“Come for me, a stoirin”

Meg didn’t understand what he said, but she felt the intent behind

the endear

hadn’t gotten her a thing so far Maybe, just maybe, she could find

another way out, but for now, she wanted what he was offering His

hands felt so perfect on her body Never before had anyone played her

like a finely tuned instrument, but Beck was her musician

He gently forced two fingers high into her cunt, keeping the