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Chapter 77: Sweet Coffee

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last update Date de publication: 2026-07-02 18:34:36

Sarah

To: Sarah Kane

From: Marcus Kane

Baby, I’d be upset by how sweet my coffee tastes this morning, but I don’t know if it’s from you adding a bit of the West Coast to it or because the taste of your sweet pussy still coats my tongue from this morning. Either way, I don’t hate it. Sincerely, The man who is dying to bend you over his desk and take you again after watching you walk around in that skirt all damn day.

I stare at my computer screen, reading the message three times while pressing m
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