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God Of MaliceGod Of Malice
โดย: Rina Kent

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Her lips part, pink today, like a shade of her favorite raspberry perfume. A blonde strand escapes the rest of her hair and I tuck it behind her ear slowly, letting my fingers linger on her translucent skin. My cock hardens when a red hue covers her cheeks. Fuck. I knew red was my favorite color. “What…what are you doing here?” Now, this is a voice I could listen to all day long. Sweet, low, definitely not on the infuriating spectrum by any means. “What does it look like I’m doing? I came to see you, baby. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your company?” The fire that eats up her eyes, obviously no longer shocked, hardens my dick further. Maybe she’s right and everything she does is able to stroke my libido. Glyndon elbows me and I let her, taking the hit and pretending to wince. “No,” she whispers. “You know that word has no meaning to me,” I whisper back, then stare at the preppy-not-her-type guy. Jeremy and Nikolai say I have the most frightening ‘back the fuck off’ face and I mak

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