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My heart thudded in my chest each time he slid home. The balls and bars on the underside of his shaft dragged back and forth over the bottom ridge of my entrance in rapid succession.
He'd taught me there was an art to eating pussy. How to squirt.
I haven't had a doubt since.
I swear-" "I had a miscarriage. " The words just kind of fell out.
Closed my eyes. Ever since I'd discovered his list, I'd been afraid to learn where his darker side came from.
I tried not to imagine the awkward atmosphere at dinner where none of us talked. At all.