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I was slick with sweat and didn’t know where I was, who I was, but it was good. I pulled back and screamed as I soared toward another orgasm, and it hit me like a boulder again.

There was purring behind me, in front of me, purring everywhere. Lost in my climax and I stopped moving, but they didn’t. It was fast, as I lost them in their own gratification.

I gasped as more heat released in my pussy, but it was too late. They lost me in paradise as blackness found me and I didn’t care.

“Isla,” I heard in my deepened state.

I didn’t answer; I didn’t care.

“Open your eyes, Isla,” a voice demanded.

Then everything stopped. Nothing made sense anymore as a buzzer sounded and my body jerked against a body as it ran.

The action and rocking, hushed me to sleep.

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