Chapter 63 Secret Shots

"Abigail!" Robert spat through clenched teeth, then let out a muffled groan.

Abigail tightened her grip around his cock, working him in small, deliberate strokes. "Mr. Davis, what do you want from me? Hm?"

Watching that fox-like smile of hers, Robert wanted nothing more than to bite her — so he d...

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