Billionaire And The Maid
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MatureOngoing1h 49m
Last published Fri, Jul 29, 2022
Adam Kingston, 28, is the uproar of all news channels because of his lavish lifestyle, seductive playboy nature, and holding a unique Cassino, Heaven On Earth. Punctuality, standard, and the urge to find new passion have always been his priority. His elitist nature and riches have aided to get any women stripped in no time. But things change when Stella Brown enters his man-made heaven and, things get greasy for both sides.
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"I can see myself clearly in your shiny hazel blue eyes Stella." Adam rubbed his chest against her breasts, biting her lower lip. "So you see a Liar, Killer, Rapist all at once, Do you Master?" Stella looked straight into his eyes and tugged out of her dress incautiously. Adam cupped her warm breasts severely and licked her ear roughly, "That is me, Miss Brown.
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