CHAPTER SEVEN

Hazeel 652 words

I reached down, fumbling with the seam of his scrubs, desperate to free that aching dick I’d fantasized about nonstop. But he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. Instead, he flipped us fast. I gasped as my back hit the mattress. He was on top, his mouth latching onto my left...

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