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Reeney's got Rita bent over the bunk bed ladder, wrists tied with silver rope, rainbow strap-on buried deep while her jeans hang open. That flushed face says it all.

Caught Julie mid-climax in the rope swing, head thrown back, hair wild — my whole fist buried inside her while the desk lamp throws that hard late-night light across her shredded abs. That farm-girl grip doesn't quit.