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It was early, long before the sun began its ascent into the sky, when Stanton finally took Sammi with his c**k. His o****m had almost reached spiritual proportions, it was that good. After riding her until she came a second time, he pulled out and disposed of the c****m. He’d be taking her bare soon, but he wanted to have another conversation first. Returning to the bed, he gathered her into his arms. The scent of her hair beneath his chin was like sweetgrass.
In the burgeoning light, he cast his gaze down on her and noticed that she sported two more tats. The first curved over her left rib and looked like a tattoo for her club. Must mean something for her. He may not know Sammi very well yet, but he was a good reader of people. It was easy as f**k to see that she was passionate about
