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The Boss’s Slut Games: (1)

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“You’re not even going to wait till we get there?” Vincent had asked, grinning as Betty dropped to her knees in the backseat of the limo.

She looked up at him with wicked eyes. “Patience was never one of my fucking virtues, Vincent.”

Before he could speak again, her lips wrapped around his thick cock, sucking him deep into her throat. He let out a low, guttural groan, gripping her hair as her tongue swirled around the head. The city lights flickered through the tinted glass while the limo glided toward the Lion’s Den, his private casino.

“Goddamn… that mouth was made for me,” he growled, rolling his hips into her face.

She moaned around him, letting spit drip down his shaft as she bobbed faster, deeper. The sloppy wet sounds filled the space, filthy and perfect. She choked a little, eyes watering, and he held her there a beat longer, loving the stretch in her throat.

“Take it, Betty. Fucking take it all.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as he came, hot and thick, his seed spilling straight do
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