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The Devil’s Lesson

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-11-06 23:23:59

ELENA’S POV

His cock throbbed inside me, thick and unyielding, stretching my pussy to its limits even after he’d flooded me with his cum. The heat of his release leaked out around his shaft, slick and sticky, coating my inner thighs in a filthy mess that made every tiny shift send sparks up my spine.

My walls fluttered weakly, still spasming from the orgasm that had ripped through me, but the ache between my legs only grew sharper, hungerier. I couldn’t feel my toes, couldn’t command my legs to do anything but quiver, yet the emptiness gnawing at my core screamed for more. More of him. More of this brutal, intoxicating ruin.

Enzo’s chest heaved against my back, sweat-slick skin sliding over mine. His breath rasped hot against my neck, ragged and uncontrolled, the only sign he hadn’t fully claimed.

I clenched around him deliberately, milking his length with a slow, teasing pulse. He groaned—deep, guttural, the sound vibrating through my bones—and his hips jerked forward, burying hi
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