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136: A Steamy Night Of Bliss. šŸ”žšŸ”„

Penulis: TheLadyAthena
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-15 13:11:06

Delilah’s POV

Thorne had a way of unraveling me, of dragging me into a world where nothing existed but the rush of his touch and the sound of my heartbeat. I used to think he was holding back—now I know he was. Whatever he’s awakened in me, there’s no going back. I crave this chaos,the way he makes me forget who I was before him.

And I never wanna stop.

ā€œFuck, yes,ā€ Thorne growled, his voice thick with lust. ā€œLook at that. One thrust and you’re coming all over this fake cock.ā€ He worked the dildo in and out of my convulsing cunt.

My eyes rolled up in ecstasy.

He watched the blade, a thin line of crimson welling on my skin. ā€œSuch a perfect, filthy little mark on my perfect, filthy girl.ā€

He pulled the dildo from my soaked cunt with finally.. Before I could even process the emptiness, his hands were on my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach. The cool wood of the table pressed against my heated cheek. He pushed my shoulders down, forcing my ass into the air.

I felt the broad head of
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