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Thirty: Cockblocked

作者: Black Rose
last update 公開日: 2026-04-17 23:36:27

SERAPHINA

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

No. No.

My mouth turned sour immediately and Damien's lust-hazed eyes cleared up. I held my breath as the door dangled open because I hadn’t heard the knob.

Neither of us had.

But I mean, it wasn’t a big deal at all. It could have been the wind.

That was stupid. What wind would find us here and miraculously open the door to a boardroom for fuck’s sake?

My stomach did a little somersault. Damien’s hand slowly slipped from my waist and I felt the terrible cold plague
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