No Strings Attached The Contract Chapter 23
I wake up the next morning with my Master's arm draped over me, and I turn around to look upon my sleeping angel, with his arm tucked under his head. His gorgeous, golden hair shimmers under the sunlight, seeping through the blinds, and the bedcovers undulate over the curves of his perfectly sculpted hips and arse, leaving his muscular thighs and torso exposed to me. His handsome face appears serious, almost fierce as he sleeps and I smile as I'm suddenly reminded of Le génie du mal, also known...
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