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Call me, Master...

Arabella covered her face with her hands and shook her head.

She dragged in a staggering breath and blinked back the tears in her eyes.

What happened a few seconds ago was beyond her and what she didn't think would.

Sandro must think she was a slút now as he had gotten what he wanted- she screamed out his name whilst he pleasured her.

It was the last thing she had wanted to do but at that instant, she couldn't stop or help herself.

The desire that had coursed through her was intense and she had wanted more.

Arabella bit her lower lip as her core tingled. The image of Sandro buried deep in her core emerged in her head.

She wondered the length of his díck and how she'd have felt if he actually fúcked her.

It was possible she wouldn't have accepted and might have screamed bloody murder. But at the same time, she was certain Sandro would have taken her by force.

"Will you use the whole day to freshen up?"

Arabella scrambled to her feet as Sandro banged on the door.

Darting into the shower
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