His secret admirer (#1 Royal Series)
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~ 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗥 (#1 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀)
𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲
I was on a bed and he was making me see star's with his fingers the warmth of his fingers were spreading all over me like a magic I didn't even knew that fingering can be this much pleasureble also then we Heard a knock on a door
" Princess come outside fast everyone is waiting for you " vidyut bhai sa shouted from outside.
I was breathing heavily , he was thursting his finger deep inside me exactly where I want him to it felt like heaven as I heard my brother's voice I started moving away from him.
But he pulls me back again and from one hand he held my waist tightly so that I won't try to move again.
" I'm not leaving you until I fucking bury this insecurity of yours deep inside you" then he added his third finger and started fingerings more inhumanly it was even hard for me to suppress my moan so I put hand on my mouth so that I will not make sound.
He smirked " Good girl that's what I wanted" and again started doing his work.
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