Playtoy Maid for the Billionaires Pt2

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The next morning, after scarfing down breakfast and catching a quick breather, I was still sprawled out n***d at the foot of the bed, my c*m-crusted thighs sticky from the night's filthy gangbang, p***y throbbing with that delicious ache of being thoroughly wrecked. The door creaked open, and in strode this towering hunk, buck-a*s n***d, his massive frame making my slutty little heart race and my holes clench in desperate need. The sight of him lit a fire in my w***e core—f**k, was it that throbbing, veiny monster c**k swinging heavy between his legs, thick as my wrist and already half-hard, or his chiseled Greek-god body, all rippling abs and bulging biceps that screamed 'I'm gonna ruin you'? My mouth watered like a b***h in heat, n*****s hardening into needy peaks as fresh juices leaked

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