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作者: Naughty
last update 公開日: 2026-05-31 20:55:38

Author’s POV

Zoya sat on the edge of the bed in the dim lamplight, her heart hammering.

For seven straight days she had pushed Vito’s hands away every time they wandered under her clothes, citing Cyriel’s stern warnings about tearing his stitches and the raw fear of reopening his wounds.

But tonight Vito’s patience had snapped. He stood before her, cock already hard and straining against his pants, eyes dark with need.

“Enough with all this, Cyriel won’t tell me when to make love with my woma
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