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59: Brutal Blow To Your Fucking Gut

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-31 21:22:41

Marco's POV

The next bastard just rode in, right into my fucking trap.

From my smart watch, I monitored the outside of my home. Once bitten, I wasn't trusting any fucker.

Still ignorant of my findings, he fully parked in the garage, and casually strolled in, maintaining his gentleman steps.

Soon, he'd ring me to inform me of his presence.

“I'll be back soon, cioccolato bianco.”

Leaning in, I pressed a light kiss on Elara's forehead.

She was nestled in my arms, in total surrender, and sleeping as peacefully as a child with their guardian angel. This was the same lady who almost ripped me in shreds.

Elara.

A small smile crept along my lips.

Gently, I admired her pretty features, big eyeballs, with long eyelashes that swept her face, full pouty lips, long ass…

The more I looked, I found how perfect she was, not the other way around.

I tried to free myself from her, as she was on my chest, and my arm was beneath her tender body.

She whimpered sleepily and sighed in discomfort.
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