It was unexpected, and even one finger felt tight and good. He was too perfect, so I had to poke at it. It wasn't before. Bring us, Byron said, bring us again and again.
It is fair, ma petite. Sometimes is worse than not. I didn't have anything to compare it to, he said. The faucet just turned off, and the silence that followed was deafening.
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