"Over the table," Kael commanded, pointing to a heavy, rough-hewn wooden table. Liam leaned over it, the splintery wood digging into his stomach and chest. He heard Kael open a jar. A moment later, a cold, slick finger pressed against his tight hole. "Relax for Daddy," Kael murmured. The finger p
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