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Breed Me, Daddy Alpha - Chapter 91
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... 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 face.
"Oh my God," I whispered sweetly into the receiver. "Marcus. What a surprise. Did your dick finally get signal?"
He stuttered.
Actually stuttered.
Typical.
"I—uh—I just wanted to check on you. See how you were doing." < ...
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