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Jack simply stopped.
He pulled his face from her desperate pussy and stepped away from the bed. Victoria screamed her frustration, but Jack was expressionless.
“Jack?” she gasped a plea.
Jack tilted his head, observing her state of heat and desperation, but he showed no sympathy. He slipped into a pair of sweats, threw on a t-shirt, and walked toward the door.
“Jack,” Victoria gasped in desperation.
She was in a need like no other. He had taken her to the top of a cliff and left her right at the edge.
Ignoring her, Jack exited the bedroom.
“Jack!” Victoria screamed. “Don't you fucking leave me like—”
But he was gone.
Victoria squeezed her eyes shut. The lack of satisfaction was pure, unadulterated torture.
“You motherfucker!”
