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Embarrassing Sounds

Penulis: Grace Daniel
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-16 08:10:49

Ava's POV

My first thought was to say no but the words barely left my lips before he spun me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. His hand came around my throat firmly but not enough to cut my breath.

"That should be two strikes. You just never listen," he whispered in my ear as his other hand gripped my hip and pressed my lower back against his. He wasn't hard, not even close.

He pulled away again, leaving me standing there in confusion. I turned to see what he was up to a
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