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A hand is splayed along Mira’s lower back, warm skin scorching with how worked up she is, holding her in place. She doesn’t know if she wants to stay still or roll her hips. It's an agonizing decision, one that sways back and forth, pleasure interfering with the clarity in her mind. “You’re stretched perfectly around my cock, Mira.” Rumi purrs, smug and satisfied, her voice thick with lust as she speaks in that filthy low tone that makes Mira melt. “A perfect hole for my cock… I love stretching out your pussy, pretty girl.” Rumi makes the choice for her by dragging her nails up and down the length of Mira’s back, a sensual gesture that rakes pale pink lines onto her skin. An unbecoming squeak escapes Mira as she arches her back, crying out at the pinprick of pain that transforms into pleasure a mere moment later. “What a pretty sound.” Rumi chuckles, low and husky, as she stares at Mira, admiring the flushed, fucked-out look on her face. “You’re so sweet, Mira, when you’re sitting pretty on my cock. Stuffed to the brim… dripping all over me too.” // day 7: dirty talk, cockwarming

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