Nick starts to fuck her, a slow, steady rhythm, his hands on her hips tight enough to bruise. "On your back, hands over your head. Still blindfolded," he say. "You'd like that, right? You know you would."
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Nick starts to fuck her, a slow, steady rhythm, his hands on her hips tight enough to bruise. "On your back, hands over your head. Still blindfolded," he say. "You'd like that, right? You know you would."