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She jerks back, putting distance between us, but not before her spicy jasmine perfume fills my nostrils. Like a damn fucking poison. I’ve been pricked by countless venomous snakes as part of my training, but none of them left a strong aftertaste like her scent. She crosses her arms, the hoodie stretching against her breasts. “No, thanks. I’d rather not go through the ordeal of fucking you ever again.” My index finger twitches, but I let my lips pull into a smile. “Do you often squirt when overcoming ordeals, Dahlia?” Her lips push forward and a fire erupts in her eyes, darkening like a reckoning. It’s impressive that her feelings are written all over her face, but that’s normal. I suppose. “I was faking it. You know, to pass the test.” “You can fake an orgasm, yes, but you can’t fake a squirt or the way your cunt swallowed my cock, strangling and milking me. Admit it, you were disappointed I didn’t fill up your hole with my cum, weren’t you?” The longer I speak, the redder her cheeks t