Chapter 0287
Alarms go off in my brain, but then it’s too late. Sinclair’s talented tongue swipes up the length of my sex, lapping up the wetness accumulated at my entrance and flicking over the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my mound. “Dominic no– ohhh.” I exclaim, sighing as a fresh wave of heat consumes
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