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A play of lust

작가: Maryam Alabi
last update 게시일: 2025-05-15 16:23:36

Shemika

Dom walked through the floor as if he owned the place.

The ladies admired him so much and they all liked him here.

A young lady, wearing weird make-up suddenly stopped the moment she saw Dom approaching, “Hey, baby…” she mumbled softly as she began to use her hands to rub herself all over her body, seductively biting the lower part of her lips.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Dom smiled slightly as he walked past her as if he didn't notice her effort to entice him by her curves.

“Stop ignoring me, D
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