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He pressed the big, thick, and hard anaconda tip forward, slipping just inside her hot, wet and warm lower lips. She cried out, clutching at the mat beneath them. Then he pulled back… pressed again… pulled away. Over and over, he worked her body, loosening her lower lips, coaxing her to open to him. Open to his big thick anaconda. Each shallow thrust made her wetter, softer, more ready to accept all of him.
By the seventh time, her body trembled on the edge of breaking. With a deep growl, Kai thrust forward with more force, sinking himself /his big anaconda halfway in a single stroke.
Her sharp cry filled the shelter, echoing in the night. "Ah—!" It was half pain, half overwhelming shock.
He stilled, watching her face, waiting until her grip on his shoulders softened into a desperate clutch for more. Then, slowly, he began again.
