Chapter 37 Three Minutes

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Ivonne’s POV

Unluckily for him I caught sight of the attractive man, dressed in another of his signature designer shirt and slacks, both from the same brand and in a black color, the same shade as his curls.

Curls I remembered sliding my fingers into and gripping as he fucked me senseless...

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