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Kimberly.23

Inhaling the scent of vanilla and cologne, Kimberly admired the small, yet decent apartment.

"So what was that offer" the man anxiously asked.

Kimberly let out a small chuckle, slightly rolling her eyes.

"As if you don't know already. I'll give you a hint, I didn't come to play board games" she smirked, striding sexily towards the man whom still had yet to release his name through those plump, pink lips.

The thought of his lips on her body made Kimberly internally shudder, wanting nothing but to have this man inside of her. Name or no name, she needed him.

"How much" he slowly reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet before Kimberly's small hand took it back out and rested it on her perky ass.

"Depends on how good it is" those words being said, she hungrily kissed him, devouring the sweet yet bitter taste of his previous drinks.

Moaning, the man gripped Kimberley's backside with both hands, squeezing occasionally, turning Kimberly on.

He soon ripped away and roughly pushed Kimberly onto the couch, causing her to smile devilishly.

If there were two things Kimberly loved, it was money, and rough sex.

"Take those clothes off" the mysterious man growled.

"Fuck" he bit his lip after seeing Kimberly's exposed body.

"Like what you see" she smirked.

Without answering, he ripped his shirt off and began hungrily kissing her neck.

Biting her lip, she suppressed a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Yet.

But the feeling of his beautiful lips on her neck made her go crazy, she wasn't sure if she could handle it being somewhere else.

The thought was diminished when she felt the man's lips traveling down, her eyes widening when they reached her pelvis.

A gasp escaped her swollen lips once his harshly sucked on her sensitive little clit.

"Oh my god" her hands meeting his hair aggressively.

Yanking at the roots, she tried to close her legs due to the significant amount of pleasure she was receiving.

Unfortunately, the man's grip was too strong, peeling her legs back open and placing them on his broad shoulders, holding tightly, sure to leave bruises the next day.

Soon, the man stood to pull off his own clothing.

"What should I call you"

"Daddy"





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