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Chapter 85: Toys and Surrender

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Aria’s POV

The coastal house was quiet except for the distant crash of waves against the rocks below.

Kyle carried me from the dining table to the bedroom, my body still trembling from the last orgasm.

My legs felt like jelly. My skin was slick with sweat. I could feel his cum leaking down my thighs, but he didn’t seem to care.

He laid me gently on the big bed, then stepped back for a moment.

I watched through half-lidded eyes as he opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a sma
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