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... g, let’s go for round four" kind of way. No, this was the ’holy shit, my legs are jelly, and I might need a goddamn wheelchair’ kind of way.
Sitting up had been a battle. Moving had been an outright war. Every shift, every flex of her thighs had sent aftershocks rippling through her, leaving her biting her lip so hard she thought she might draw blood.
And the worst part?
She didn’t regret a single second of it.
The embarrassment was unbearable. How the hell was sh ...
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