Happy Spank-O-Ween
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With her arms and legs wrapped around him, he plowed her hard, more of her moans rolling through him while he kissed her.
This was them, and still so perfect, even all these years later. She took everything he gave her and begged for more, back then and now, every time.
All he was and wanted to be laid here in his arms, wrapped in her gorgeous, tiny body. He always felt big and clumsy next to her petite preciseness, and yet she still looked at him like he was the only man in the universe.
He drove his cock into her, over and over again, every stroke into her hot pussy taking him closer to the edge. And when he finally gave in, he took one last thrust, ending up pressed deep inside her while he held still and didn’t ever want to move.
Never wanted to lose this perfection.
June’s fingers trailed up and down his back while he caught his breath. “Love you, baby,” he said.
She nuzzled her face against him, never bashful or squicky about this, either. “Love you, Daddy.” She sounded contented, sated.
His.
They finally untangled and cleaned up in the bathroom before returning to bed. After the lights were off and he thought she was falling asleep, her voice drifted to him.
“I don’t know what to believe,” she said. “I don’t know if I want to believe it’s her or not.”
He nuzzled his face against her neck. “It really doesn’t matter, I suppose. Whichever makes you feel better and gives you comfort.”
“What if she looked for me?”
“What if she found you? We don’t know. If it is her, she saved Fen. And, if it is her, she followed Fen and Joel.”
“I want to think it’s her.”
“Me, too, baby. Me, too.”
As he closed his eyes, he hoped July was at peace and able to know how much she was still loved and missed.
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