SEXCAPADES OF A STRIPPER (CHAPTER 6)

“Fuck, you're going to be the death of me,” Adonis groaned.

His tennis shorts were tugged dangerously low around his hips, the waistband clinging to his sculpted frame. Sweat slicked his lower back. Rylee's hand was wrapped around his cock, slow, teasing, eyes locked on his with that same infur...

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