"Fiona Velmera!" he growled, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I'd bruise, but I loved it. The kitchen counter dug into my back, but I didn’t care. My red lingerie was ripped, barely hanging on, and his escort-boy outfit was half undone, his cock driving deep inside...
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