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Yeah, he wanted that too.

As he slid into her, Remmy made sure she was ready for the rough ride that was to come. He was out of control, and he needed to cum in her in the worst way.

He never wanted this to end.

If they could stay in his apartment forever, he’d do it. He’d make art with her every day.

What man wouldn’t?

She was perfection.

Taking her, Remmy filled her, and when he was buried ball’s deep in this wild, brave woman, the ride began.

He held nothing back.

Oh, he couldn’t.

He was aware of what she liked, and thankfully, that rough, wild sex was what he craved too.

As he worked his way in and out of Calyx’s body, Remmy knew that he wasn’t going to last long. His balls were screaming in release, and he wanted to fill her with his cum. Now that he knew she couldn’t have children, it was no-holds-barred.

He was claiming her.

She.

Was.

His.

As they made wild artsy love, his hips took over, and Remmy was on autopilot. With her hands trapped above her head, he let his body make her scream.

And buck.

Repeatedly.

They were both out of control, and they loved it.

There was a fine sheen of perspiration mixing with the paint as he was pushing himself to the edge, and forcing himself to wait for her to fall with him.

“Come on, Calyx. I’m about to cum,” he muttered as he glanced between their bodies to enjoy watching his slick dick work its way in and out of her body.

It was so damn erotic.

He was pretty sure that was the hottest thing in the world. He was impaling his woman with his rock-hard dick.

They fit together perfectly like no other woman had before her, and there would never be anyone else.

He silently vowed it.

“Remmy!” she shouted as he drove into her, and his thighs kept her legs apart as far as they could. She was open for him, and helpless to stop him.

All she craved was more.

This was perfection.

When her whole being bowed, he kept taking her on that wicked ride, wanting this to be memorable.

He wanted her to never forget.

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