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He gripped my ass with both hands, his cock pressing hard against my belly through his slacks.
He kissed me hungrily, his teeth biting my bottom lip before he pulled away. He gave my ass a sharp, stinging smack.
"Try not to die without me," he smiled, then turned and walked through the door.
I was still recovering, my legs trembling slightly, when Apollo stood. "See you later tonight, princess," he said, following Atlas out.
I turned to Ares. He was still leaning back in his chair, legs spread, his eyes roaming my body with a predatory focus. "Let's go," he uttered.
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