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SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
I crossed my legs around Logan’s hips, feeling his firm grip on my butt as he carried me toward the bathroom. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, and I felt a rush of excitement. He set me down gently on the counter next to the bathroom sink, his hands already helping me shed my clothes. As I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, I couldn’t help but notice the noticeable bulge straining against his pants. A sly smile spread across my face as I saw his excitement evident through the fabric.
“Soon he’ll be inside you,” Logan said with a mischievous grin, guiding my hand to his throbbing member.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I whispered, my voice thick with anticipation.
His smile widened.
“I’m going to fill the bathtub,”
