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Cara was riding me. She was fucking me hard. She was screaming and talking. I loved it when she did that. She said she couldn’t believe it. She was fucking a genius. I loved it. You would too. She did things like that for me.
My genius needs to cum. She pinned down my shoulders. She squeezed me with her pussy. I exploded inside her.
We lay naked in the dark, sweating. She thought out loud. I will never stop writing. She will never stop reading. The world will realize my brilliance, at last. She will have had something to do with that. Her eyes sometimes seemed to sparkle. Her smile was all love.
She believed in me. I knew it. She believed in my mind — in my thinking. I miss that, now that she’s gone, and I worry that I’ll let her down.
I’m still hers in so many ways. She wouldn’t believe it.
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