Will you marry me, Mr. Mayor
“F*ck, you’re so tight, babe!” I put a hand over my mouth as I peeked through the gap in the door.
“I like it! I like it! Harder, Dan!” Gia moaned, nearly losing her mind.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to do this anymore, since you’re getting married tomorrow,” Gia said, breathless.
“Even if I’m married, I’ll still pound you hard like I’m single,” Daniel replied between breaths, continuing to thrust into Gia—while Gia glanced toward where I was and smirked at me, as if to mock me.
Yes—she could see me clearly. And it felt like she asked Daniel that on purpose, as if it was something they did all the time. I used to think Daniel was such a gentleman because he never asked me for that kind
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