letter twelve.

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dear zach,

you were so rough with me. but oh, how much i enjoyed the pain.

my face was stuffed into the pillow as you pounded into me, knowing this was my first time but smirked as i lost control under you.

you didn't give me any time between thrusts. you just kept going and going and going.

and i absolutely hated when you stopped.

from, jack.

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