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“You’re a good girl, Kelli. You make me happy. I’m proud of you. Of who you are,” I responded.

“You can’t say that enough. I love hearing it. I just love it.” Her eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the theatre as she spoke.

“I’ve never came so hard in my life. Your cock is huge. It felt so good,” she whispered.

“Mostly from the excitement of being in the theatre, I suppose,” I responded.

“No, it’s weird, there’s something about you. It’s well, weird. With you, I actually… well…I feel. I feel an odd connection. Don’t freak out and run. I’m not falling in love. It’s just. Well, it’s just that sexually, you fit me. You fill a void I have had my entire life. You make me actually feel when you fuck me. Everything about you.” She took a drink of her water and continued.

“When we were fucking, I felt full. Not just full of your cock, I felt full. Full emotionally. Safe, protected, I wasn’t worried. I never felt that way before. I have felt that way since we talked at the coffee shop and you told me to go to the bathroom. I like it. It’s different. It’s different and it’s a great kind of difference. Don’t ever stop fucking me, Erik. Ever.”

I looked into her eyes and started to speak. As I did, a lump rose in my throat. I tried to speak, but words wouldn’t come out. My mouth open, and incapable of speech, I reached for my bottle of water. Hoping the water would bring comfort; I raised the bottle and took a long drink.

“Nothing, you have nothing to say?” she asked.

I lowered the bottle back into the arm rest, and responded, “Kelli, you’re making me happy, extremely happy.”

“Don’t ever stop, Erik…”

“Fucking me,” she continued.

I’m going to have to. I’m afraid I’m going to have to…

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