Morgan slowly pushed herself up, “What if we don’t make it in time?” she whispered.
“Then we keep going,” I said.
Bri looked at me for a long second, “You’re stupidly insane sometimes, G...”
“Yeah,” Jasmine added under her breath, “a little.”
I let out a small, tired breath. “Maybe.”
Then Bri stepped forward first, wrapping her arms around me tight. Jasmine joined next, wincing but not stopping. Morgan followed, her grip shaking but strong and then Tasha and Em. Mama D came last, her arms wrapping around all of us, pulling us in close.
We stood there like that, holding on like if we let go, everything would fall apart.
No words.
Just us women.
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Raphael
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The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon bleeding through the slats of the blinds. I had her pinned against the bed, my hands buried deep in her hair as I drove into her from behind.
It felt incredible, better than anything I’d ever felt. My cock felt thick and strained, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to melt around me, pulling me deeper with every shove.
I groaned, as I focused on the way her body arched under mine, the way her back curved perfectly into my chest. I reached around, my palms flat against her stomach, pulling her back against me so I could go even deeper.
The friction was perfect, a tight, wet slide that made my vision blur at the edges. I was going hard, pushing myself until I felt like I was going to break, and she was taking every bit of it, her soft whimpers filling the quiet air.
Suddenly, she twisted in my grip. She pushed back, forcing me onto the mattress. I hit the pillows with a heavy thud, my breath hitching as she scrambled over me. She moved in the shadows, until she was straddling my hips. She reached down, her small, soft hands guiding my cock toward her. When she sat down, sliding all the way onto me, the sensation was so intense I nearly lost it right then.



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