Alpha Daddy’s Naughty Girl
He was drowning in something he couldn’t control.
“What the hell?!” Kane roared, surging to his feet. His cock sprang loose, rigid and glossy, swaying as he towered over me, utterly exposed—rippling pecs, carved V-lines dipping to that raging erection, balls heavy and drawn tight.
I gulped, gaze devouring his nude glory, cheeks blazing while my pussy wept fresh nectar down my thighs. Fucking hell, he was primal perfection, and I was the dripping, eager cum-dump kneeling for his wrath.
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