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How daddy tastes like (4)

Author: Only_Shila
last update publish date: 2026-09-15 15:44:04

Sloane’s POV~

Elias hadn’t gone to his study. I could hear the bathroom door click shut down the hall, the lock turning with a finality that made my chest ache.

He was in there jerking off. I knew he was. He was probably leaning against the sink with his cock in his fist, thinking about me, hating himself for it, coming with my name on his lips just like he had that night outside his study.

And he’d still walked away from me.

I pressed my ear to the door, and sure enough, I heard the ra
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