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Stolen Moment

作者: Pretty Betty
last update 公開日: 2026-05-21 05:18:42

Chapter 47: Stolen Moment

The Detroit hotel suite felt smaller with every passing hour.

We had performed for hours raw, filthy, convincing enough that the syndicate’s cameras must have captured exactly what they wanted: the veteran captain dominating his rookie goalie, bodies slick with sweat, voices breaking on commands and moans. But the longer we stayed under the unblinking red lights, the more the link screamed with the truth. This wasn’t us anymore. The staged power exc
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