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Carter’s initiation began with his mouth wide open, hot hands fumbling underneath his shirt, teeth biting hard as a man’s lips shaped a beauty mark on his neck. His deflowering was a savage journey, his manhood tested and tried until the pleasure became too intense and there was only the sweet release of surrender.

His lips were like fire, his embrace like fine Jameson Irish whiskey, smouldering me with tantalizing promise of paradise ahead. His hands explored boldly, drawing shudders of pleasure from my every nerve before I felt his bulging heat against me. A drink, and a night I’d never forget.