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I admit, I'm not the best at relationships. Chris notwithstanding, I always end up with a broken heart and a head full of regret.
Still searching for my identity.
He brushed my hair off my face. "Feeling better?" "Absolutely.
" My voice cracked when I glanced his way.
I swear-" "I had a miscarriage.
" Down in the valley between my breasts went his fingers, tracing the V-shape he'd created in the way he'd bound me. My pussy spasmed, and I whined softly.