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PLEASE DADDY,DONT STOP 2

作者: Queen Flora
last update publish date: 2026-06-24 04:04:25

Chapter 2:

Liquid Courage and Dangerous Attraction

The pull toward Lucian intensified as the rooftop party surged around me like a living entity. The bass vibrated deeper into my bones, and the alcohol coursed through my veins, turning every sensation sharper and more intoxicating. I grew bolder with each fresh drink, the world tilting pleasantly as I lost myself in the rhythm. My hips swayed more provocatively on the dance floor, the tight black mini dress riding higher up my thighs with ever
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