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The subtle scent of crushed rose petals filled his nostrils, mixed in with her musk. Back arched, she yanked on her restraints.
“Let me see what's mine."
Hunter nudged her legs apart with the rose and the crotch of her silk panties darkened under his silent regard.
She was at his mercy, and a heady rush of power made him harden to the point of pain. He would take her and soon, but not before she begged him for his cock.
Her breathless little plea meant he abandoned the rose and settled between her legs. Emilia stiffened when he inhaled against her damp knickers, and kissed the inside of her thigh.
He pulled the fabric away until her pretty pink pussy was there for him to feast on.
"Who owns this cunt?"
One lazy lick along her puffy lips, and a gush of her essence coated his tongue.
"You do, Sir … oh god, please don't stop."
Smiling at her easy surrender, he blew against her slit, causing an all-over body shiver as her pussy contracted in front of him.
"Will you laugh and call me a sentimental fool again, when I send you roses?"
"No, Sir. I'm sorry."
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