Tamed By The Devil Stepbrother
I had to fight the urge to drag her into the nearest alcove right then and there.
The spousal visa processed in a whirlwind of stamps and signatures, and that very night we celebrated properly—back in the dorm, a bottle of cold prosecco sweating on the nightstand. Clara straddled me reverse, the white sundress still on, bunched around her waist like a surrender flag. She sank down onto my cock inch by torturous inch, her slick heat enveloping me until I was buried to the hilt, her ass flush against my hips. “Husband,” she moaned, testing the word like velvet on her tongue, rolling her hips in slow, grinding circles that dragged her tight walls along every ridge of me. I gripped her hips hard
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