Her Back Arched—“Break Me Open,” She Moaned—He Rammed Deeper, Grunting With Savage Need

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The wind at Cedar Creek had a way of getting under a man's coat and settling deep in his bones. It was a late autumn wind born in the high lonely places of the mountains and carrying the first real threat of winter. It scoured the golden plains, turning the tall grass into a rustling, whispering sea that broke against the foot of the station platfo... Read More