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CHAPTER 91

Lyra

I didn't even sit up.

Didn't bother wiping the cum off my thighs or pulling the sheets over my wrecked, twitchy, utterly defiled body.

I just held the phone to my ear with one hand, stared at the ceiling like I was God's favorite disappointment, and let a smile slowly curl across my fac...