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The CEO’s Midnight Rule(3)

Auteur: Flimxy vic
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-23 23:17:20

Chapter 3

Lena slid off the desk on shaky legs and sank to her knees in front of him. The carpet was soft under her bare skin. Damien watched her with dark, hungry eyes as he finished unbuckling his belt and pulled down the zipper of his slacks. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already flushed and glistening.

She had never seen anything like it. Long, veined, and so hard it curved slightly upward. Her mouth watered even as nerves fluttered in her stomach.

“Open,” he said, voic
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