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I was too drunk to argue, and far too satisfied with his fat cock to start an argument. At least not this early in the game.

“You have no idea how crazy I am,” I said.

It was my way of trying to convince him to keep fucking me.

And, it worked.

The next morning, he fucked me before breakfast.

And after.

When we finished the second time, I took another shower and changed into the shorts I wore to work the night before. Weakened from the sex, I knew very little, but I knew one thing for sure.

I. Was. Ruined.

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