
"Why with him? Sometimes good, sometimes rough, sometimes like an angel sometimes like the father of the devil. Is he a Masochist, or is he a mental disorder?" Inner Laura looked at Aaron's strong, burly hand lightly kneading Laura's small hand.
It was those hard, strong muscular hands that gripped Laura's hands daily and made her painfully serve Aaron's nafssu ferocity. Aaron always directly plugged his large trunk through Laura's section malignant, causing the sensitive part is always sick and sore.
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