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“Greyson, it sounds like your wife is ready for another fucking,” Ashford calls as he flips Kara onto her stomach and lifts her ass into the air.

“Couldn’t agree more.” I throw Angélica’s legs over my shoulders and line myself up with her cum-soaked cunt. “First one to the finish line wins?”

“You’re on.”

The girls cry out in pleasure as we fill their sore, used pussiesonce more, the room instantly echoing with the sloppy sound of fucking.

I look into my angel’s warm brown eyes, dazed by the fearsome devotion I see reflected back at me. I assault her with fervid kisses, my lips brushing across her neck and cheeks and eyelids and temples as I thrust inside her with the same longing I did on the very first night we met. At last, my lips land on hers, and I claim her mouth with a force so powerful that it doesn’t have to be fierce—it’s silent and soft and reverent.

“I love you, little ruin,” I whisper against my wife’s perfect lips.

“To the end?”

“To the motherfucking end. Now be a good girl and show them how pretty you come on my cock.”