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The Tyrant's Secret fetish - Chapter 89
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... the front of his shirt, the bass from the speakers still thumping through my ribs like it was trying to shake all the bad decisions loose. Ohm tasted like the shots we had slammed earlier and something clean, like mint gum he had probably popped right before he decided to ruin my night in the best worst way. His mouth was soft, too soft, nothing like the way Si Woo used to bite and claim and leave bruises I would poke at later just to feel something. I pulled back first, breathing hard, the bar ...
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