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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“Fuck Aven,” Rafael cried out, his body tingling from the stroke of her tongue against his neck. He welcomed every kiss, smirking as the growl emanated from her chest. He recalled that sound before, knowing they shared the same frustration in knowing that this was the limits of their honesty. Outside of tangled limbs and the memory of their coitus, there was nothing that should be made known to the public about their misdeeds. They’d made the mistake before, marking each other without a care and of course at some point Rafael did care. He’d heard a few of the chefs and bartenders, and other members of staff who had their eyes on Aven, only to find out that fucking with her could put their job on the line. Of course, Rafael had never enacted on doing so, but he found it was the fear alone that kept anyone from even trying to really pursue Aven. It led him to worry about her reputation of course as if they’d broken apart again and she went her separate ways, the pattern would be hard to dismiss in her career. <br/>
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With each continuous stroke in and out of Aven, he could sense her body closer to release. Her cunt had fully latched around him and her fingers dragged against his balls before clutching him with authority and urging him to cum for her. His hips peeled back, his strokes still steady as he started to curve into the root of her. The head of his cock smashed against the spongy center that made her legs tighten around him more. His hand came between them, wrapped around Aven’s like the center of a pretzel as he weaseled his palm against her cunt. His thumb was turned downward to rub at her enlarged clit, puckered and red from the abrasive coaxing of his cock. <br/>
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“Right there? Yeah, you miss this don’t you Aven?” His ego had further fueled his movements. Rafael left no chance of response as he pressed his lips against hers again. He grunted with each kiss of their hips, his balls becoming weighted with his seed. “Fuck! He’s never fucked you like this — answer me baby!” Rafael’s lips dragged against her jaw; his pace passed patiently as he eagerly chased after his orgasm. His hands rounded her back and pressed against her shoulder to hold her even closer — there was no space and no chance to even collect her breath as he began to hammer into her. His bushy dark brows clouded over his eyes, leaving but a sliver of ice blue through his narrowed gaze as he watched Aven’s face contort and twist in pleasure. His ears had begun ringing at that point and he wasn’t even sure if she had answered him, but her body gave him the response he wanted. <br/>
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Rafael jolted with the force of a hanged man, his head tilting back as he delivered a keening call toward the heavens. He’d pushed forward onto his tip toes, flexing every muscle in his body as he released inside of Aven. The shock of coming had settled, leaving his small strokes as the aftershock, making sure every last drop of him was milked by Aven. Rafael fell over out of exhaustion, his full weight pressed against Aven. His forehead rested on her shoulders slick with sweat. He remained nestled inside of her, too enamored by the doped up haze of climax. <br/>
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When did the regret begin? Would it ever?</span></div>