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Mira's POV

Slow. So slow I felt every thick inch stretch my pussy open around him. My walls fluttered and clenched, trying to pull him deeper. He kept going until his hips were flush against my ass and he was buried all the way inside, the head nudging deep. The angle from behind made him feel even bigger, hitting spots that made my toes curl hard and my breath catch in my throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, one strong arm wrapping tight around me, his big hand cupping my breast through the sheer lace. He squeezed, thumb brushing back and forth over my hard nipple until it ached. “You feel...