DADDY’S PLUS SIZE FILTHY GIRL
“The central air conditioning is blasting at maximum capacity, Layla. You’re practically shivering, and your chest is heaving like you just ran a marathon.”
Up at the altar, Mateo didn't miss a single thing. His dark, pitch-black eyes flicked toward the back row, spotting my friend leaning over me.
Instead of backing off, a wicked, ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
He shifted his broad hand slightly deeper inside his trouser pocket, his thumb tapping with absolute, unhinged confidence.
BZZZZZZZZZZT!
The Lovense Ferri instantly ramped up to an absurd, maximum-frequency pulse, the heavy, metallic vibrations hammering directly against my swollen, drenched nub in short, frantic bursts.
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