Khloe's P.O.V.
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Andzrej smirked at me as he walked out of the kitchen. Szymon hasn't stopped fu.cking me once. Not even when he came again. I almost didn't even notice. Since Szy's movements didn't even slow down in the slightest.
How is he able to do that? Barely even show that he cu.ms? How did he not even slow down?
Szymon dropped my legs. I could barely stand up on my own, but that didn't matter anyway. Szy just bent me over the table in the middle of the room. My toes barely reached the ground. Not that it stopped Szymon at all. He didn't even pull out of me.
I gripped the sides of the table while Szy gripped my hips. He forced my legs even further apart, and I stuck my a.ss as high in the air as I could. Szymon's strong fingers dug into my cheek
