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(Switching to first)
Feeling Kiba inside me was probably the most sensational feeling I would ever expeirience in this life. He was slipping inside of me slowly. Sure, it stung a little as he buried himself inside me, but as he did so, he eased my pain, kissing me tenderly on my neck, my back, and my shoulders as he pushed himself deeper inside of me, distracting me and making me forget.
I should have been mad with him. I shouldn't have been doing this. Sure, he had saved my life, but if it wasn't for him, none of this would have been happening in the first place.
Yet... I didn't want him to stop. He pulls out, and I can feel his tip brushing and pulling out my muscles as he does so; and then, with one good snap of his hips, he's back in again, scaling my sensitive anal flesh with his massive cock and helmet shaped tip.
My fingers are curling into the ground, and I'm biting down on my tongue as I supress a moan. My pleasure comes out in a groan, and I honestly loved this feeling. Kiba's hands we're everywhere on my body, and it honestly made me feel like I was the most special person in this world.
"Don't... stop," I pant as I spread my legs wider. I want more of him - need more of him. His body has to be flushed against mine; his heat needs to course through my body; his attention has to be on me, and he has to know that he's mine and that I'm his.
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I don't play by the game; I make my own rules.
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