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Chapter 58: Say Yes Princess

Author: Royalty Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-25 11:28:35

She stayed on her knees.

Chain between her wrists.

Cum on her tongue.

Tears sliding slow down her cheeks as Dominic turned away like she was nothing but furniture.

The bed creaked as he climbed back on.

The virgin whimpered.

Her thighs were still spread, trembling, cunt swollen and leaking — stretched and raw from the first thrust that had made her scream like she was being reborn through pain.

Gianna kissed her tears.

Sofia sucked one of her nipples.

Valentina crawled up her body, spread her fingers across the girl’s chest and whispered, “You thought that was the worst of it? Baby girl, he’s just getting started.”

And he was.

Dominic didn’t give her time to recover.

He didn’t kiss her. Didn’t soothe her. Didn’t warn her.

He just grabbed her hips, slammed her onto her belly, and shoved her ass into the air like she was nothing but a bitch with a wet, pink hole made for taking cock.

Isadora watched.

Eyes wide.

Lips parted.

Body aching.

Her breath hitched when Dominic gripped the virgin
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