Saved by the Billionaire Stranger
she panted.
It was the third time she had come.
She reached up, pinched his nipple, sparking a new wave of sensation through him.
“I’m coming,” he groaned, thrusting deep as he released inside her, pumping her full.
Her body trembled again, another orgasm crashing through her.
“It’s the fourth time, Kelvin,” she whispered breathlessly. “You’re my sweetheart.”
He held her tighter, still inside her. For them, there was no shame or shyness, only a quiet understanding. They had found romance in the most unusual way, despite the age gap: Clarita was fifty-two, Kelvin twenty-five.
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