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80: Angel McKenna
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2024-10-29 19:42:56They fucked a lot. They fucked everywhere. Calvin couldn’t get enough. He had never been with a virgin all his life. Perhaps that was what made this one more special, or the fact she was so willing. But he doubted that. It had to be love that made him want to be inside and around her all the time. Cuddling was just as good with her.
His phone rang as he was stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel hanging from his waist. He ignored it. He had told his assistants that he would be busy this week. They were the only ones in the company who knew he was getting married. He only informed them so they could handle things in his absence. He headed to the phone as the bedroom door opened.
Angel McKenna.
She was in a loose fitting floral dress. Kyle’s cock gave a jerk. He wanted her naked. He wanted his woman to be so confident about her body, to own him like he owned her.
Stopping by the table, Kyle rolled his eyes when he spied
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