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for the last few months, a part of me

ast my belly, under the b

hitched.

as a single finger slid between

r now. "Your pussy is just

I could feel more liquid g

ound Cyril's strong arms for support

y clit. His gaze locked on me as if he were watching fo

om my throat before I

epened. "So

ling, rubbing, pulling me deeper into a warmth that pulsed beneath m

me as my walls clenched ar

vident in the way his grip firmed

e added another finger

at built inside my lower belly and spre

murmured. "So

ink. My thighs were shaking, and

?" Cyril asked as he pressed his

He fucked me faster, his fingers stroking deep, h

ussy. The pressure in my stomach coiled tighter, each stroke sending anot

ed over me. My legs shook violently as the orgasm ripped thr

out, prolonging the sensation until I was a trembling, w

my breath came in uneven gasps. My body still vibrated, but Cyril

is stern and when I managed to catch my breath and look u

n my estate, under my car

this game well enough. Yet, staring at his fingers that

he was satisfied. Yet, just as he walked som

in the next forty-eight hours. You can use all that time

...

nd all I can do is stare as Cyril m

y ba

sm was all it needed for him to lord

e main house. In the last year, I had tried

no longer cute. Besides, having Cyril's name dragged

stone, and I always disliked those comm

ad to deal with taking care of me b

f it was going to teach Cyril a lesson after the wa

stic PR team. I'm sure

design book and pencils I had left on my b

ts: no fear of commitment, must be able to handle a woman like me,

expression once he saw my post. I read it ove

aside and grabbed my design book. I had to get these designs to my team

Even before I knew how messed up the world I had to grow up

first dress, my door slammed open and C

l that he already ran his hands through his ha

rom seeing how affected C

it d

and blinked twice

y as he gave me a stern

ms. "That's my account, I

a thin line. "You're

legal. If I want to leave your house and

nd he ran his left hand

t." He fi

can and cannot do," I sa

ian until I turn twenty-one. Y

yes as he stepped even closer,

voice is low and controlled, and h

wn y

ed as I searched Cyril's face

up and took two steps back, h

barely a whisper. "Wh

repeated the same words

sold yo

r's N

rules we would be breaki

ust really good at poker face