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“And here.” His lips move to my jaw, my cheek. “Only me.” He rams his hips into my ass whenever I grunt, his hardening cock nudging, probing, rubbing. It’s driving me insane because I’m not supposed to find this hot. I don’t find men attractive, so a man dry humping me should be disturbing at the least and disgusting at worst. And yet my spine jerks with every slide of his clothed cock against my ass. My arms hurt from how much I’m stopping my cock from seeking some pleasure against the damn tree. He bites my throat again, then his hot lips wrap around the skin and he sucks hard, as if aiming to exorcise my soul. “Fuck…stop that.” I buck against him, and it’s a big mistake, because his cock grows in size, bigger than I remember, and it turns me delirious. “Why?” He looks down at me, his eyes all sorts of blown up, like a damn beast. “You let Cherry put her lips all over you while she called you hot and amazing. I’m only erasing her disgusting taste. Put up with it.” He bites again. Har