Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige

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Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Do it again.”

“no,” he said, pulling his hand from the cup of my bra and moving it lower to play with my belt sash.

He was an asshole even now.

It was such a turn-on.

Donovan filled me so uniquely. Like no one else ever had, completely and totally, but it was also how he filled that made my pussy crave him, how he moved inside me, how he bucked and raged, how he managed to go wild yet master me all at the same time.
“You’ve let me choke you with my cock, fucked me for a better grade, and sat without underwear in a formal restaurant, and this is what you find humiliating?”