Mara’s POV
I’m on the living room couch. Garrett sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him and sink onto his c**k and the stretch on my oversensitive p***y makes me gasp.
I'm raw and swollen from the crop and the ice and squirting on the basement carpet, and every ridge of him drags against walls that are so tender I feel everything at twice the intensity.
"Ride me hard," he says, gripping my hips. "No ropes. No cuffs. No blindfold. Just you on my c**k because you want to be."
I start rolling my hips and the wet sound of his c**k inside me fills the living room. Loud and slick and obscene because I'm soaked from everything they've done to me tonight. My p***y squelches around him on every downstroke while his Liam’s framed graduation photo watches from the mantle.
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