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[Her words are clear, even though the kiss; her voice is muffled, the sound a harsh whisper accompanied by wet noises and moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He groans at her request. It's no secret that he's had Santana so many fucking times, but he loves Rachel more, and he has absolutely no regrets. Compared to Rachel, Satan is nothing. Sure, she's hot as hell, but Rachel is Rachel. She's his girl. But the thought of the two of them, together? It fucking blows his mind, and that would kind of be one of the top things on his Bucket List before he gets married or dies or whatever. Rachel was a virgin and she's never been with anybody but him, and he'd really love to see her fuck Santana. It would have to be somebody he's had before, just so he doesn't get jealous. He inhales a deep breath and bites at her neck, his voice a low growl when he finally answers her.] Her tits are bigger. Harder, though, baby. Yours are so fucking soft. Hers are fake. You can tell. I love yours, love fucking sucking on them. Yours are lighter, more sensitive. She never came just from me sucking on them. You're better than she is. She's loud, but you're louder. She's got a fucking mouth on her, baby. She sucks cock so damn good 'cause she practices on people. She's not as tight as you, Rach. S'like you're a fucking virgin every time I fuck you. I used to wake up and she'd be sitting on my face telling me to eat her. It was hot under the Cheerios skirt. I'd finger-fuck her at practice under the bleachers, make her bite something so she didn't fucking make noise. She'd make me pull out, and she'd get pissed when I'd pull out and come all over her. [He nips at her lower lip, rolling his hips against hers.] You fucking love it when I do that.