THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR
He stared at my swollen, bitten lower lip—still wet from Damon's mouth.
"He kissed you," Korr ground out, his thumb pressing hard against my mouth, smearing the dampness left by Damon. The pad of his thumb pushed past my lips,
"She kissed me back," Damon murmured from behind me. His large hands gripped my hips, pulling my backside firmly against the thick, throbbing length of his erection straining through his trousers.
He ground against me,letting me feel every inch. A wet spot of pre-cum soaked through the fabric, smearing against my lower back.
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