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AFTERMATH 11 đŸ„¶đŸ„”đŸ”ž

Autor: MAFIA FANATIC
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-06 19:02:55

[CARLTON’S POV]

I feel it.

Hot breath on the back of my neck. The solid wall of heat that is his chest pressing against my back.

Something hard—thick, blunt, already leaking—nudges between my ass cheeks.

His reflection appears behind mine in the mirror.

One eye. Scarred and covered, no eye patch tonight. Just the ruined socket, puckered and angry. The other eye burns amber-gold in the harsh bathroom light, fixed on me with an intensity that makes my knees weak.

His arms come around my waist.
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