The Billionaire Trap
I muttered, but he shook his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about Sofia," He replied, pulling his shirt from my fingers.
"You're hard already Zack, I can feel your hard-on grazing the outline of my waist," I muttered, leaning in closer to my chest.
"Tell me you don't want my hands over that tattoo on your chest, you don't want me riding on that length dick that you've under those pants," I muttered, smacking my lips.
"You're drunk Sofia," He added.
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