Days blurred into a haze of bliss for Katherine, each one unfolding like a dream she never wanted to wake from. Waking tangled in Vincent's arms, her body marked with the faint bruises of his passion, feeling his dominant touch reignite her submission at every turn, it was as if she'd stepped into a world where her deepest cravings were not just met, but commanded. Their nights were a symphony of raw need, his cock claiming her pussy, her ass, her throat, leaving her trembling and sated, whispering ‘daddy' as she begged for more. But amid the erotic haze, routine crept in. One lazy afternoon, while sifting through a stack of papers in the sun-drenched study, her fingers paused on a calendar note. Vincent's birthday, tomorrow. Her heart skipped, a rush
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