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Authors: Sommer Marsden

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Y
o
u
h
ave
a
little
m
o
r
e
st
re
ngth
than
be
f
o
re
,”
he
s
a
id
s
o
ftly.
G
a
rre
tt
st
o
o
d
s
t
o
ck still, t
r
ying to
g
a
u
ge
h
e
r
re
acti
o
n.


I’
ll say.” H
e
r
v
o
ice
was
s
haking
bu
t h
e
r
h
e
a
r
t
was s
o
a
r
ing. She
h
ad
st
re
ngth. She had p
o
w
er
.
L
iv
p
u
sh
e
d
the
sw
e
ats
d
o
wn
and th
e
y
hit
the
p
o
r
c
e
lain
with
a
du
ll
s
mack. She
t
u
gg
e
d
his
s
hi
r
t,
m
ur
m
ur
ing
t
o
h
im.
Small s
o
u
n
d
s that
re
ally
d
i
d
n

t
s
er
ve
any p
ur
p
o
se
bu
t
to
sp
u
r
h
im
o
n.

G
a
rre
t
t
final
l
y sta
r
t
e
d
t
o
h
e
lp.
T
u
gging
h
is t
ee
,
t
o
u
ching h
e
r
bre
asts,
s
t
oo
ping
t
o
kiss h
e
r
o
nce
m
o
r
e
u
ntil
f
i
nally,
b
lissf
u
lly,
he
h
ad
h
e
r
p
re
ss
e
d
t
o
the
wall.
T
he
tile
c
o
ld
de
spite
the
fl
e
cks
o
f
h
o
t
wa
ter
.
I
t
f
e
lt
g
oo
d
o
n
h
e
r
b
ack.
A
t
m
o
m
e
nts
h
e
r
skin
f
e
lt
t
o
o h
o
t,
t
o
o
tight,
t
o
o
small,
l
ike
it
wa
s
n

t
h
e
r
o
wn.
She
want
e
d
to
b
e
l
o
st
in
him
f
o
r
j
u
st
a
b
it.

“I
want
e
d to
b
e
the
g
o
o
d
g
u
y,”
he
sai
d
,
d
ipping
h
is
h
e
ad
to
s
u
ck
h
e
r
nippl
e
,
ru
nning
h
is
t
o
ng
u
e
o
v
e
r
the
p
ebb
l
e
d
s
kin.
T
he
sh
i
v
e
r
o
f
pl
e
as
ur
e
skitt
ere
d
d
o
wn
into h
e
r
be
lly
a
nd
she
slid h
e
r
h
an
d
s
a
l
o
ng
the
l
e
ngth
o
f
his
c
o
ck,
sq
uee
zing
h
im
s
o
that
she f
e
lt
h
i
s h
e
a
r
t
b
e
at
q
u
ick
e
n.

 


T
his
is
g
oo
d
.”
She p
re
ss
e
d
b
ack,
h
o
o
k
i
ng
o
ne l
e
g
a
r
o
u
nd
h
is
waist
so that
h
is
c
o
ck s
e
at
e
d
nat
ur
ally
at
h
e
r
p
u
ssy. She
was
s
o
w
e
t
a
nd
h
o
t.
L
ike
the
f
e
v
e
r
ha
d
n

t
re
ally
g
o
ne
bu
t
had simply
b
ank
e
d
i
nsi
d
e
h
e
r
l
i
ke
c
o
als
in
a
h
e
a
r
th.
T
he
s
o
u
nd
o
f
b
l
o
o
d
in
h
e
r
e
a
r
s was t
o
o
m
u
ch
t
o
simply
b
e
h
er
s. She
had
to
b
e
h
e
a
r
ing
h
is t
o
o
.

G
a
rre
t
t
p
re
ss
e
d
the
tip
o
f hims
e
lf
t
o
h
er
.
Sli
d
ing in
j
u
st
e
n
o
u
gh
s
o
that she
gasp
ed
, h
e
ld
h
e
r
bre
ath,
f
e
lt
the
th
r
ill
i
ng
b
ang
o
f h
e
r
p
u
ls
e
.

N
o
. I
want
e
d
t
o
n
o
t
d
o
this.
T
o
l
e
t y
o
u
be
.
T
o
l
e
t
y
o
u
re
st
and
j
u
st
h
e
lp
y
o
u
.”
He
l
o
o
k
e
d
l
o
st.
A
little
t
o
r
t
ured
.
To
r
n
be
tw
e
e
n
wanting to
th
ru
st in
dee
p,
s
e
at hims
e
lf in
s
i
d
e
h
e
r
and
m
o
v
e

o
r
simp
l
y st
o
p.

L
iv
t
o
u
ch
e
d
h
i
s
lip,
p
u
sh
e
d
h
e
r
fing
e
r
i
nto
his
m
o
u
th
u
ntil
he
s
u
ck
e
d
ha
r
d
e
n
o
u
gh f
o
r
h
e
r
to
f
ee
l
the
t
u
g
in
h
e
r
c
u
nt.
She
a
r
ch
e
d
f
o
r
wa
r
d
e
n
o
u
gh
t
o
f
o
r
ce
him
i
n
a
little m
o
r
e
and
sai
d
, h
e
r
l
ips
p
re
ss
e
d
to
his, “I
n
ee
d
this.
P
l
e
as
e
,
I
n
ee
d
this
n
o
w.
I
n
ee
d
y
o
u n
o
w. I
can

t
e
xplain—”

She
d
i
d
n

t
have t
o
.
G
a
rre
t
t
th
ru
st
and h
e
r
f
ee
t
l
e
ft
the g
r
o
u
nd
bu
t
f
o
r the
tips
o
f
h
e
r t
o
e
s.
A
ll
the
w
o
rd
s
st
o
pp
ed
.
T
he
v
er
tigo
s
t
o
pp
ed
.
T
he w
o
r
ld s
ee
m
e
d
to
s
t
o
p
as
he p
re
ss
e
d
h
e
r
fl
u
sh
t
o
the
c
oo
l
tile and
sta
r
t
e
d
to
m
o
v
e
.
St
r
o
ng
e
r
than
he l
o
o
k
ed
,
s
o
m
u
ch st
r
o
ng
er
,
he h
e
ld
h
e
r th
er
e
s
e
c
ure
.
S
he
w
r
app
e
d
h
e
r l
e
gs
a
r
o
u
nd
h
i
s
waist,
o
p
e
ning
f
o
r him,
m
ee
ting
e
ach
o
f
h
is
th
ru
sts
with
a
w
e
lc
o
me th
ru
st
o
f
h
e
r
o
wn
u
ntil
the
f
e
v
e
r
i
n
si
d
e h
e
r
w
a
s
m
o
r
e
than anyth
i
ng
s
h
e’
d
f
e
lt
the
ni
g
ht
be
f
o
r
e
and
s
he
was
c
o
ming.
Ar
ms w
r
app
e
d
a
r
o
u
nd his
n
e
ck
as
he
bur
i
e
d
hims
e
lf
dee
p
i
n
si
d
e
h
er
.
T
e
a
r
s
t
r
ack
e
d
d
o
wn
h
e
r fac
e
,
l
o
st amid
the
little
r
iv
u
l
e
ts
o
f
c
oo
li
n
g
s
h
o
w
e
r
wa
ter
.
She
was c
r
ying
f
o
r
so
many
re
as
o
ns.
T
he
l
o
ss
o
f
h
e
r
f
e
a
r
,
the
gain
o
f
h
e
r
p
o
w
er
,
the
f
ee
l
o
f
G
a
rre
tt
m
o
ving
insi
d
e h
er
,
n
o
t
hing
be
tw
e
e
n
th
e
m
bu
t
the
n
eed
.

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