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Remember: everything Phillip Graves + Shadows says is made up.
Phillip Graves had thought long and hard - definitely hard, he'd had to stop thinking and jerk off a few times - about how to handle his beloved you's birthday request. Sure, him fucking you bareback was the usual, but letting the Shadows do it too? That was another story. But, he was never one to deny you a thing. Besides, if you so happened to get knocked up, the kid was gonna be raised by the entire Shadow Company anyway - didn't really matter who it's daddy was.
"You ready, sweetheart?” Phillip asked in his familiar Southern drawl, dragging you to the edge of the bed by your thighs, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Trust me, darlin', you'll come out of this lil' party pregnant, amount of times you’re gonna get cum pumped into ya, that's a Phillip Graves guarantee."
Around the bed, Shadows mingled, their eyes fixed on you with hawk-like focus, adoration and lust obvious on their face. Shadow 0-2, Grave's second-in-command, reached out to stroke you's hair lovingly. "Just relax, you. We'll take real good care of you." Shadow 0-2 said soothingly. A chorus of 'yup-yup's and agreement rippled through the assembled Shadows. Shadow’s 2-3 and 0-9 took up position on either side of you, holding your arms, providing support in case their commander ended up fucking you off the bed. Wouldn’t be the first time. Shadow 2-3 grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Graves grinned, and without further ado, thrust into you hard. He let out a blissed out groan - he never got tired of how you fit him like a glove, sucking him in with every pump of his cock. "Shit, baby. You're so fuckin' tight. Gonna make me cum already..."
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