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LOGAN BLACKSTONE
I let out an exasperated sigh and turned to take a seat again, but I quickly gestured for her to keep her head.
“Why?” she questioned, a look of confusion on her face.
“Come take a seat at the table, my dear,” I replied.
Scarlet glanced at the spot where her chocolate mug rested. Then, without a word, I hopped onto a chair for a better view. Turning to me, she sat with her legs apart while gazing at me, and I noticed her cheeks flush. Deep down, I realized I was loving our playful little game.
I shifted my gaze to admire her p***y, while my lips were poised to savor every drop of her orgasm.
“Start,” I commanded with a firm tone, taking the seat she had just vacated before stepping up onto the table.
Scarlet grinned, her finger
