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(18+) Eighteen 🔞 And Sexed (5)
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2025-01-11 12:01:42{INGRID'S POV}
**The tension in the air is really palpable. The atmosphere is electric.I want him to touch me. I want him to do bad things to me. And I know it's so damn wrong, but I just can't resist.He's done something to me, definitely. He has messed with my head and played with my heart. All on the first day.It's like I'm the puppet and he's pulling on every one of my strings.He's breathing heavily, and he gently pushes down my panties until my hip bones poke out. I hiss as the air hits my skin.Mr. Giovanni groans when his fingers connect with my feverish body. "God," he says. "So fucking delicious. So damn wrong. I can't resist. I'm sorry, bambina, but I'm not even going to try to resist."With that, his fingers push off my white lacy panties and I arch my back, helping him along.What the hell am I doing?I don't even know him!Alarm bells are going off in my
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