Chapter 20 RUIN MY ASSHOLE, DADDIES 4

He dragged my head down by the hair, gentle but firm and crashed our mouths together. Ethan leaned in at the same time. Three sets of lips met—messy, uncoordinated at first, then finding rhythm. Tongues slid against each other, tasting salt and cum and whiskey. I moaned into the kiss; the vibration ...

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