“Fer fuck’s sake, Molly, would you quit yer fuckin’ mewlin’? I’m tryin’ to enjoy yer ass here!” he said.
“S- Sorry,” she said.
She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t already used to getting her ass fucked. After all, the Irish Carnal Hospitality Regulations had gone through over a week before.
She just hoped that she’d adjust soon and that the constant, brutal, and painful ass-fuckings would get easier for her with practice.
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