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“Peter took his pants and boxers off and pulled Anais to her knees, forcing his cock into her mouth. “Suck me,” he said. He held her hair in a vice grip and fucked her face. Anais swallowed him eagerly and sloppily, getting him wet with her spit.”
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Written by Nellie Cross
Published by AmorBooks
The fire roared in the fireplace, spurred on by the wind blowing in gently from the balcony. The bottom of her silk gown fluttered as well. She had an ethereal presence about her — almond shaped eyes, café au lait colored skin, and jet black hair that traveled the length of her back.
In front of her stood Peter Walsh; built like a boxer, with tattoos on his arms and brown hair parted and swept to the side, Peter was considered a living Adonis. Peter was the richest man in the world, and because of that, he could afford anything — and anyone. Anais was his latest purchase from the Museum.
