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Chapter 38: Surrender to a Stranger 3

Auteur: Irish Pen
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-03 07:26:17

He steps away, and I watch him as he undresses each piece of his clothes, landing it on that floor without a care in the world. He was standing in front of me looking all naked, and I couldn't think or feel for a second.

I’m all over the place.

Happy, scared, excited, and above all, I'm aroused. I didn't expect that, how I could be aroused.

This man is a complete stranger to me.

I hope you know how to ride, suck, and fuck a cock. “He asked.”

I felt ashamed because I knew nothing
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