The King's Favorite Sin
She swallowed hard, pulling her hands back to her chest.
My gaze fell on her tear-streaked face—red, swollen eyes, a runny nose, and yet, she was still strikingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that turned heads. And maybe that was why she’d managed to manipulate men so easily.
“Whatever I want?”
“yes… yes… Blake.”
I leaned in closer, my breath brushing her ear as I lowered my voice to a whisper, “can you ride my manhood reverse, and bounce those fat ass cheeks right on my balls until they sting?”
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