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Impasse

Penulis: Eunice. A. Apo
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-30 22:48:45

He doesn’t make me wait. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking once, twice, before he groans and bats my hand away. "Not like this," he growls, gripping my hips and pulling me to the very edge of the counter.

I barely have time to process before he’s lining himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Lucien—" His name is a warning, a plea, but he doesn’t stop.

He slams into me in one brutal thrust, filling m
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