Page 88 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I
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Paisley Grove
His warm milk dampens our bellies.Damn, his penis is so fat.No wonder I always climax when he’s inside me. Our lips collide into each other, and we make out feverishly as Hercules carries me to my bedroom, lays me on the bed, and spreads my legs.
“Seven times?” he says, eyes half-closed as he stares at my vag.
I dip my head back into the mattress. “Seven times,” I whisper, and he starts. “Ah!”
