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You Are Mine, I'm Yours

Emmy Johnson is quite good for the protagonist, she was hit with Trauma by her enigmatic past, and she has few memories of her mother. A drastic change in her life as she stepped into her boss' office as the new p.a. who knew it would be best or worst. What happens when the innocent meets the tainted, Will she be able to withstand the beast that lies within the handsome, smart yet devilish boss? Meeting his opposite and an androphobic lady, it was worth the chase—as James Thomson loves to call her every time—and wants to spend time. Now the past was quite a destruction for the future, having her past life leaked out, a hard blow to James, his company and hopeless Emmy.

safa_bukhari · Urbain
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382 Chs

I'M A Blonde.

I moaned, "Office."

"Umm…I like it. Very fitting." His tongue dipped into my mouth, barely touching mine before retreating. 

His finger rimmed my anus over and over, pushing his semen into the puckered hole, a soft growl escaping him as it flexed in a silent plea for more.

Just as before, surrender weighted my body, leaving me languid.

"Are you okay?" James asked harshly as I sagged against him. "Should I stop?"

"No…Don't stop."

He pushed fractionally deeper and I clenched around him, a helpless reaction to the feel of something gliding across tender tissues. "You're snug and scorching hot," he murmured. "And so soft. Does it hurt?"

"No. Please. More."

James withdrew to his fingertip; then slid into the knuckle, slow and easy. I quivered in delight, astonished by how good it felt, that teasing bit of fullness in my rear.

"How's that?" he asked hoarsely.

"Good. Everything you do to me feels good."