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Silas's Claim

Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-03-27 22:49:51

Eden’s POV

The bed was wet under my back. I couldn't move my arms because of the cuffs, and the leather on my ankles kept my legs locked in a wide V. I was open to the room, leaking the fluid Daddy and Daniel had left inside me. I watched the men. They hadn't moved from their circle, but the energy had shifted. They were just watching me shake.

Silas stepped out of the line. He didn't look at my face. He looked at my pussy, which was swollen and dripping onto the black silk. He walked to the ed
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