COTC 36(3)

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Amara’s pov I gulped hesitating in following this one, why did he want his belt off? He raised his brow frowning at my delay in complying and I raised myself immediately, leaning towards him with my fingers directed at his waist. I reached the belt buckle, undoing it the fastest way I could, and then I finally did it. I pulled it off dropping it on the ground. "Undo the zipper." I did as he instructed doing it down slowly when he muttered that I should be careful with it. As I opened the zipper to reveal his white underwear. I licked my lips at the way the waistband sat against his skin and before my very eyes, his c**k swelled out against the white fabric and Orian leaned his head back with a sigh like it was a relief he badly wanted. He shifted against the chair, adjusting himself w

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