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The tattoo would be done. Following how serious Abihirt was when he was working on something.
It was times like these that made Moreau take advantage of the situation to observe Abihirt's face for too long. A little sure the man understood the impact where she started to breathe heavily, whether it was from feeling the touch on the sides of her breasts, perhaps the nipple clamps that were still tightening there, or even... when it was all realized by a half naked body that Moreau didn't have the best ability to adapt to. "Are you okay?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded slow as he let his gray irises stare into her eyes. The man paused for a moment. Perhaps he was done. Moreau did not feel the needle prickling, but rather had to swallow harshly, at least to find the best words after the long silence between them. "Ya. Just a little horny." Not knowing why she suddenly wanted to tell the truth. Hoping it wasn't something wrong and how unexpectedly heRelated chapters
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"Do you like it?” The man asked-now with such a flat face. Moreau nodded vaguely. She still wanted to look at the artwork of Abihirt's sleight of hand. However, the fact she was still holding something in common at the beginning. "You haven't answered me yet. Why do you rarely smile?" She looked up. Moreau had to wait a while for Abihirt to show a demeanor full of boundaries. "Is your smile too expensive? How much is it worth?" She didn't care. She continued, even though it might be the worst prospect when suddenly Abihirt's body bent down and their lips were so close. "You keep asking. Want me to tattoo your mouth too?" Was that a warning? Moreau didn't fucking know. She was not trying to be influenced. Just wanted to find an answer as long as the silence rumbled around. Perhaps it was because she started too late. There was no preparation to welcome the lips that seemed to want to snatch. Wild. Completely free. In fact, her body w
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Abihirt's cock felt solid and hard. The man was still moving. Giving such a powerful impact. Moreau bit her lower lip in the face of such full force. She could also feel her breasts being thrown in various directions following the movement of their bodies. Abihirt's palm suddenly squeezed them. Adjusting their bodies to slightly touch Moreau's shoulders were resting directly on the man's firm chest. She let out a stifled moan. Abihirt's mouth immediately fell on her shoulder. Giving a bite that felt searing. Moreau could not help herself. She moaned for a moment. Writhing with various delicious sensations. Against common sense, she would completely lose. As if burned out by burning desire and feeling her body about to tremble when one of Abihirt's arms slid down, then the man's fingertips began to play with the line of moist flesh—constantly rubbing against the massive dick. "Abi." Moreau wanted to hiss. Wanted to explode all over. A crazy love-making sensat
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"Why do you have to think about your mother?" The deep, hoarse voice asked. Moreau did not understand why she had to be trapped in such an undesirable situation. It was really painful trying to take back something—it had already been said, and she was helpless to simply end the situation between them. "Because she's my mother." That was it. Hoping there was a prospect of avoiding everything that happened, then ending well. Instead, Abihirt's hand suddenly moved. Deliberately brushing the tip of his forefinger across Moreau's cheekbone-slowly brushing away the scattered hairs. "She went to see Sam. Are you happy to hear that?" Again. Abihirt asked for confirmation. To let her know that Barbara was committing the same dirty betrayal. All of them realized it immediately. "Does this mean you're venting your jealousy on me?" Moreau asked almost wistfully. She stared wide-eyed, but it took a while for Abihirt to say anything. "Not really." In
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