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Sex And Secrets

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-22 10:17:30

Elizabeth’s POV:

“You have a secret?”

Ashton tenderly stroked my cheek with his thumb. He then rolled over onto his back, pulling me almost completely on top of him. I instantly felt a void as he was no longer buried deep inside of me.

The sound of his groan told me that he was feeling that void as well.

“I do have a secret, and it actually involves you. I’ll share if you share. Remember, there was a time when we used to tell each other everything.”

I sigh. My fingers trace patterns across his
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