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FUN WITH MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIENDS (4)

작가: Trisha Knox
last update 게시일: 2026-05-23 13:19:31

The basement looks like a crime scene.

Cards everywhere. Poker chips on the floor. Beer bottles knocked over. The pool table covered in fluids I don't want to identify. And in the middle of all of it, me, wrapped in a blanket that Marcus grabbed from somewhere, surrounded by four naked men who all look as wrecked as I feel.

"I need water." My voice is hoarse from having my throat fucked. "And maybe a shower."

"Shower sounds good." Banks stands up, offering me his hand. "Come on. I'll help you c
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