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SARAH The second I affirmed Jackson's question, I underwent the best day of my life. Jackson began to stroke me harder, I was so sure that I might become unconscious. I began to murmur things I never wanted to say. “You are the best.” “I will let you claim me.” “I love you Jackson.” He was so good. I have never experienced it in this manner before. The more I confessed to Jackson, the more he punished me by going harder. He became fast, so faster than before. He gave me about ten strokes in four seconds. I was moaning, so loud. I grabbed his shirt so tight and didn't let go of it. Gently, he pulled out my hands from his clothes. He matched it into his and we remained like that, up in the air. Then while holding me like that, he began twisting and swinging, it was different this