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Mild Conflict.

Penulis: Amber Rayvin.
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Chapter 51.

Jasmine’s heart flipped, her nipples twitching at the sound of that.

But she was unwilling to let him see her as one needy slut who couldn’t stay a day without getting fucked.

“You think everything is about sex?”

Her eyes blazed, burning hot as she glared at him fiercely.

Jerald scoffed.

“What is everything about?”

His voice dropped low, sensual.

Her pussy tingled, and she let in a swallow.

God. She needed to do something.

Anything in the world to pull herself out of this lust.

“I can’t handle this…” she said, looking away and trying to pull away, but Jerald’s grip on her wrist tightened.

“What now?” she snapped, looking up at him fiercely.

Jerald’s heart fluttered for a reason he couldn’t comprehend.

Strange that he had not tossed her out of his room.

If this act were coming from another person, they would have been long out of his sight. Not like they even dared to.

But what the hell was it about her? What was it about this lady that turned him on so much, even her def
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