She knows rough. Hell, she knows all kinds of rough, even the kind of rough that sometimes borders on a little too rough -
- (from the kind that leaves her sore in the morning to the kind where she's covering up her bruises) -
- but she's not thinking about that now, not when he fills her up so completely every time his hips press flush against her backside. It's enough to make her make all kinds of sounds, and she does, from low moans to high keening gasps as her breath practically gets fucked out of her.
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