Again, I stared down at the woman I was plowing. They'd called Kate a fuck goddess before, but then what did that make Vanessa? She was a piece of female perfection, from the curve of her sides to the jiggle of her breasts hanging down, conical under her. Her tan skin and golden hair were flawless. You couldn't mold a more perfect woman. And I was fucking her. Forcing sounds and screams out of her. It's enough of a dream to play a Stradivarius. But to suddenly become a virtuoso in front of an eager crowd? It was beyond anything I could have fantasized about.
And yet, I couldn't keep my eyes off my Kate. Despite the fact that the man who'd just fucked the life out of her was holding her tightly. In spite of the fact that she was covered in his spend. I had to stare her way.
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