Morgan looked at the plug and tube of ointment with shock and instant denial rose in her before she took a deep breath to calm herself. He would stop if she asked him to, she reassured herself. “N-no, I don’t want to stop.”
“Good girl.” Jack gripped her pink buttocks, palmed those round globes, and massaged her pliable, warm flesh, enjoying their soft firmness and Morgan’s low moans of pleasure. Once she relaxed, he spread her cheeks with his thumbs, feeling her flinch as he exposed her anus.
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