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Xhemin thought that Darryl was too large for her, like a cork that didn't fit a bottle. Even so, she could not believe the pleasure he was giving her after the pain. It was like a sweet torture. Having him inside felt heavenly and it drew her back to a place that reminded her of the mutual love they felt for each other. He was her missing piece, and although she lost something to him tonight, she however felt so complete.
This is love.
And the sensations they were drunk tonight was the taste of their mad love.
Darryl nudged forward again and whispered. "Is it still painful?" He landed another kiss on ears before his eyes met hers again. "How does it feel?"
It felt so large. Too intrusive. Too much and too close.
Xhemin just couldn't find the exact word to describe it but she was so sure it was something she had never once felt.
