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Chapter 2.

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last update publish date: 2026-06-05 04:00:32
Mia’s POV.

The living room was silent except for our ragged breathing.

I lay beneath Jax on the couch, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his thick dick buried deep inside me. His cum was leaking out around where we were joined, warm and sticky, dripping down onto the cushions beneath us. My tank top was pushed up, my breasts exposed, my sleep shorts tangled around one ankle.

I had just let my best friend’s older brother fuck me raw on her family couch and it was the best thing I had
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