Breeding Cycle

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Sarina parted her lips and sucked on the guard’s cock. Jackson closed his eyes in pleasure, his head falling back loosely. Her lips closed tightly around the velvety flesh and tongued a wet path down it. Jackson fisted her hair in two big fists.

Strong, chafed hands grabbed her naked hips, squeezed in sensual promise. Sarina’s core throbbed with arousal at the unspoken threat. The hard cock in her mouth rocked, and she felt the familiar hard nudge against her wet slit. Moaning she pushed back, begging.

“Damn, Sarina. You’re so fucking hot,” said the deep, gruff voice from behind her. Jacob had very special talents, one of which he was about to put to use. His strong hands left her hips to cover her breasts. Sure fingers tugged her nipples until she squirmed against the cock that rested against her entrance.

Jackson made sure she didn’t forget her job by thrusting home in the hot heat of her mouth. She suctioned her mouth, pulling hard on the skin of his cock. He tugged her hair in response or warning, she didn’t know which.

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