She believed Casey would hit her, even in front of his friends, if she provoked him. Casey mulled about moving between this and that friend, or this...and that business associate, and, of course, the fridge where he plied himself with beer after beer. The drunker he got the less he even bothered looking at Amy and in the end she was able to sit down at the side of the room. Near where Dylan was still sat; brooding about something shitty that had happened that day. She’d been sitting there. A few zippers undone and in moments she was down to her underwear, and his pants were around his knees. The flare of pain in her back was gone- forgotten in the moment of lust and need. Through his thin T shirt, Amira gripped and clawed at Aaron’s hard chest as she felt him slide inside her and she cried out, holding him tight. His hands gripping her ass while she grinded on him. His fingers brushing hair from her face and behind her neck as he thrusted harder. Amira’s eyes closed as she leaned. More

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