Grant sat up, panting and drenched with sweat. It was a nightmare. No, it was a vision. Only his wife, Anne, believed he had visions. Everyone else would turn away laughing and scoffing. They were wrong. Grant knew what he saw, he knew they were visions.
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😈💋🥵Smut/Mature/18+🥵💋😈
His gaze darkened, his pupils dilating as he watched her body shudder beneath him. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, voice thick with desire, "I didn't realize how fucking beautiful you looked when I was filling you..."