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EROTICA/HARD FUCK/ANAL
Mr. Henry
On loving and fucking
Episodes One and Two
Episodes Three and Four
Episode Five
EPISODE SIX
The day Rosaline and I had spoken, mine and Mr. Henry’s body count had been only three. Today? I wasn’t so sure. I had been a frequent guest of Signatures’, and my room had always been 315. If you had walked past on any of the nights we had been there, you would have had your dicks swollen or cunts wet from the sound of our lovemaking.
Sometimes we wailed, sometimes we grunted, other times we moaned, and the rest? We talked.
I mean, talk like, “Is this how you like it?” and I would reply a lowly, “Yes sir,” mhmm, nodding my head.
We were vocal; that was what I loved most about us. He wasn’t ashamed to show his passion, and I wasn’t embarrassed to get ugly, especially when he was in my mouth and my eyes popped. I wasn’t afraid to show him, to look up at him and gulp his name out of my full cheek.
There was one thing I held back, though, my growing feelings for him. In all her warnings, what struck me was when Rosaline said Mr. Henry wasn’t the Angel I thought he was.
