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Contested 3

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last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-09 02:55:43

The days had started melting into each other in a mix of submission, pain, and unwanted pleasure.

It had been almost three full weeks since Aria Bennett had moved into Dominic Reyes’ luxurious cliffside mansion. Three weeks of being kept naked for the majority of the time, sleeping on the floor beside his bed when he was done using her, and waking up to his thick cock either in her mouth or already buried deep inside her pussy. Her body carried the constant evidence of his ownership; faint br
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