A Clandestine Fling

e wanted to be alone or probably have a romantic time with his fiancée, Emma Morgan, outside his own house. He

ain. A young master billionaire and a big investor in the stock exchange marke

ier to meet at the hotel, and he had decided to grab a dri

on his bed like a lifeless soul. He smile

ee anyone clearly. He unfastened his royal b

e, but that didn't stop his body from burning with h

ing or responding to his talks, yet

aked, he bent over the lady to

aby will help you un

ed taking off all that she was wea

her, properly caressi

down.” Leandro's voice sounded hoarse as he spoke to the

sses on her cheeks, her nose, her ears, and her forehead. Taking it one st

lips and nimbled with them for a while before gently pushing his fish-like pinkish tongue into her mouth, brushing his l

dy reacted to the hot sensation. He didn't stop with the kiss, as he went further, su

ng to his face. Leandro's eyes burned with pleasure; he couldn't resis

is breath flow increase while

d her skin with his r

made a light smack afterwards, n

her stomach. He planted a hot, seductive kiss on her navel

about why the lady isn't responding as she should. A

legs, and his gaze fell on her

nd he lifted his hand to feel

outer part. His breath increased; it was becoming more intense for him

nger, steadily rotating it in h

ds before fully pushing his finger in a

increased the thrill in him as the

asked the lady underneath him with his dizzy

ng her butt, holding her two legs in his arms, gently pushing the tip of

s rod and found his way in, starting with his cap touching her gate and gently pulling in

other moan from her

ady to burst as he moved faste

K! E

h could be heard as he was panting fro

y again and planted a

ely slumped on the left side of the bed, covering himself and

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tel suit, spacious with gorgeous interior furnishings mostly fo

espite the fact that she had a high alcohol tolerance and

ble how she ended he

leagues last night? Wha

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