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97: Handed To The Wolves

Penulis: FELZ
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-12 17:41:17

Elena’s POV

I collapse in a heap, soaked in my own squirt. My body is limp, pussy still spasms around his fingers.

“This never happened.” He sighs as if regret will take away the guilt.

“Yes, daddy,” I mumble, whatever puts us at peace.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of my beating cunt, and lets go of my throat. He sits next to me, restless fingers reach to rake through my hair, and like a baby, I crawl onto his thighs.

“Need anything else… for the trip?”

I sigh and drink in his scent. My
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