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ㅤthe moans, the internal fight running through his mind despite his
ㅤhips still managing to buck up to meet hers, it made a smirk
ㅤlight up on her lips.
ㅤ“ come on, frank. let me hear how good i’m making you feel. ”
ㅤwords whispered between kisses to his skin.
ㅤ
his worries and concerns would melt against her lips with a muffled 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯— hips bucking at the quickening grip.
“ 𝘮𝘨𝘩𝘩𝘧𝘧 . . 💧 ”
his mind tetering between the guilt of dancing with the ‘devil’, and the insatiable lust he had for the woman in red. .