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The Stepdaughter - Chapter 8

Autor: Janne Vellamour
last update Última atualização: 2026-02-14 03:53:54

He began to stand to let her pass, but he was too slow, or she was too fast. Her foot—bare, he noticed now—slipped on the polished floor, perhaps on an invisible thread, perhaps on nothing. She lost her balance with a small gasp of surprise.

And fell.

Not to the side. Not backward. Forward.

Directly onto his lap.

The impact was soft and heavy at the same time. Her body—warm, soft, flexible—landed sideways across his legs, her hip pressing firmly against his groin, her torso twisted, one breast
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