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Time To Play

Dalton

I wanted to convince myself that Petra wasn’t here and I’d not just milked her pussy and given her multiple orgasms, and I have nothing to worry about, but then I could still taste her in my mouth. Fuck. She tasted so delicious. I’d eat her all day for the rest of my fucking life.

I thought she was beautiful in her everyday leggings, skirts, jeans and loose fitting tops. But now? She was yet again in my shirt and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. She was picture perfect. Her heart-stopping figure was sitting pretty in my kitchen going over her work while I fixed us a cup of coffee.

The way her sweet mouth moved as she went on and on her promotion strategy, I wanted to charge up to her and kiss the hell out of her mouth.

I wished to toss her over my shoulder, take her to my bedroom, spread her legs wide open, and finally, fucking finally, sink my angry, throbbing, rock-hard cock inside her and fuck her up in every dirty way possible.

But instead of ripping into her
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