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Posted on April 12, 2025
I barely had time to catch my breath before Rick had me pinned to the sheets, my ass spread, my hole twitching in anticipation. When that thick, bull-daddy meat finally stretched me open, I nearly lost it. He knows what I need—deep, rough, relentless. And he gives it to me until I’m a soaking, used-up mess, gripping the sheets, begging for every last inch. And when he claims my hole, filling it deep and stretching me wide with one last growl in my ear, I know I’m his now—marked, wrecked, and made to take every last drop.
