One More Thing to Worry About
“Ohh, I like it when you’re rough. What’s wrong,” she whispered to Ian, thinking I couldn’t hear her. “I thought you liked my ass on your dick.” While she was face down on the mat, he put his knee and the full weight of his body into her back as he leaned down, causing her to cry out in pain. He leaned down closer to her ear and whispered. Luckily, since I was close enough and my hearing was better than most, I could make out what he was saying as well. “Cut the lies. I know exactly what you are trying to do. If I wasn’t your instructor, I would never lay a finger on you. Personally, you disgust me. If I hadn’t thrown you down right now, my MATE,” Ian was sure to emphasize the word, “is ready to break your neck, but try to f**k with me again and next time I will let her do
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