Chapter 38 DO YOU ACHE FOR ME BABY?

Isla 

“Ryder,” I cried out even as he leaned in, kissing me senseless, his tongue mimicking what he’d like to do with my other lips. It’s hard and rough, and robs me of breath. “Please,” I begged.

“Please what?” His voice was wicked as he rocked his cock over my drenched middle, again and again an...

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