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“Are you sore, Amy?”
“Yes… but happy, too. Are you?”
“I couldn’t be happier, and it’s not just about having my first anal sex.”
When I rolled onto my side, the soreness in my asshole stung, and I smiled, remembering the whore of a few hours ago demanding her back passage be pounded by a massive cock.
“Are you more satisfied being here, Victor?”
“It’s not that easy a question to answer anymore. I’ve never spent a night on this yacht before. I’m happy wherever you are, but I still don’t feel comfortable in my house, even with its remodeling.”
“Why not?”
“There have been too many unpleasant battles with family. Bad memories were made and still not diminished. Last night, when we had dinner together and I cooked-.”
“And I put out.”
“Yes, you did in spectacular style.”
“It was a great Ossobuco and very worthy of my anal v-card.”
Victor pulled me closer into his warmth, spooning me. The air conditioning settings were all wrong, and our stateroom was freezing, so snuggling together under a warm, thick, goosed-down duvet felt good.