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My Broken Toy

作者: Ione
last update 公開日: 2026-07-18 19:59:10

Caleb's POV

I watched Maya leave for her shift at the café, her tight little ass swaying in those yoga pants as she disappeared down the hallway. Twenty years old, my sweet little sister, and she had no idea what was coming. At twenty-one, I’d spent months planning this. Total ownership. She was going to be mine, body and mind, until the only name she remembered was “Brother’s Toy.”

The apartment was quiet. I got to work immediately. I’d ordered the tiny cameras online, I made sure to order hig
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