The bastard bodyguard
Yoursa looked frustrated as Oliver played with her when her love juices were about to come out, but it didn't happen because Oliver stopped halfway.
"Asshole! You-" swore Yoursa with a gasp. Frustrated at not being able to release her juices.
"Why, don't you like it?" asked Oliver, satisfied. Seeing Yoursa's frustrated face.
"You're playing me on purpose, huh! You bastard!"
"I'm not playing you, baby. I just wanted to give you a little punishment for daring to kiss another man in front of me, and you must remember, Yoursa, everything on you belongs to me. Only I can touch you, kiss you and even be inside your pleasure crater, only me, Yoursa; I won't let any man touch you, especially not tha
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