Destined Marriage: When Fate Delivers a Billionaire
Zoe
Damian Blackwood, with a strong smell of alcohol, kissed me hard, roughly pulled off my sequined dress, and the cold air clung to my skin. He clutched my waist tightly, his palm greedily kneading my chest with such force that it made me gasp for breath in pain and joy. My lipstick, in the midst of a fierce response, rubbed against his expensive suit, leaving a bright red, disheveled mark. He suddenly entered me, bringing an uncontrollable thrill until I trembled as I climbed to the climax.
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