August Ames drops to her knees in the sunlit kitchen and takes him deep, lips sliding wet and slow along every inch. She stands, turns, and climbs onto the counter so he can grip her hips and thrust up into her. Her bare feet brace against his thighs as she rides him hard, eyes locked on his, until the room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin.
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