A Hot Daddy For Christmas
The silk of the robe was nothing compared to the heat of his skin, the roughness of his fingers against her smooth flesh.
Mateo’s fingers found the hem of the robe, tugging it up with a single, fluid motion, revealing the slick, glistening core of Ariana’s desire. His breath hitched, his eyes darkening with primal hunger as he stared at the wetness pooling between her legs, the pink folds swollen and begging for his touch. Without warning, he dragged his thumb through her slit, spreading her juices across her clit, making her arch off the bed with a strangled cry.
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