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SUCKING DICK

Author: DUNNIADE
last update publish date: 2026-08-06 17:37:39

ROWAN.

i gritted my teeth watching julian storm away from me… i hated this, that i was trapped, and more so still.. i didnt understand. why the hell did i care so much about that cocky dipshit than my ex boyfriend who i once loved… the door pushed open again and the old face popped up behind the door,

he fitted my shirt, pressing his lips onto me without prior warning, pulling away just as fast.

“you came on time… thats a good boy.’ he commented, like we'd done in old times,

“What did you tell
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