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44: Billionaire’s Daddy Challenge (7)

Penulis: C.M.
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-01 13:10:56

In the bedroom, trembling, she obeyed. She stripped and assumed the position on the vast bed, her face pressed into the silk, her ass raised in the air. It was the most vulnerable, most submissive posture imaginable.

When he entered the room, he was carrying something. A long, slender box. He set it on the bedside table and she heard the click of the lid opening.

Her breath caught.

He didn’t speak. She felt the bed dip as he knelt behind her. Then, a sensation of cool, smooth leather touched
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