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TWENTY: For Ten Grand, I Will Be Anything You Want, Sir

مؤلف: Aria Steele
last update تاريخ النشر: 2025-11-17 17:00:07

The mechanical click seems to make something in both of us snap.

Instantly, I find that we are both grabbing each other, our lips smashing together, and just like that, I'm kissing him again. One of his hands is on my cheek as his mouth guides mine open, the other somewhere on my waist. Mine are gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to me.

He starts walking backwards, pulling me with him as he kisses me again, and again, and I follow him blindly. He manoeuvres round the
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