Overcooked meal.

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~Roshan~ Arielle remains by the door, disdain spattered on her lips, but who cares? I turn towards the quivering bunny in front of me whose lips have parted subconsciously and lean even closer, enough to make Arielle seethe with fury and it works so well. She marches out of the restroom with bulging veins. "So... Where were we?" I ask after she storms out and Oreva shyly places both hands on my chest, trying to push me away. I chuckle and adjust my sleeves. "We'll continue when we get home," I mumble in her ear, seeing how flushed her cheeks look. I can feel her chest heaving rapidly as I walk back to my office. I want to go back and press further till she trembles.... but I subdue the urge and keep going. There's no fun when it's rushed. She’s my chaos in soft skin. I smirk at the

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