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Chapter 20 – The First Fuck (ii)

Author: Marcy E. 💗
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-02 08:13:15

(Lana’s POV)

He lifts me up in one smooth, powerful motion, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, pussy pressing against the hard ridge of his cock through our clothes while he carries me the few steps to the bed. I gasp from the suddenness, the way his grip bruises in the best way, my hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in as he throws me down onto the mattress with a bounce that makes the headboard rattle.

I land on my back, legs splayed, tank riding up to expose my stomac
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