He arrived at the address she texted—a glass-and-steel tower overlooking a river—with the clutch under his arm. Tae swung open the penthouse door in a backless Roland Mouret dress, the fabric straining across her tits like wet paint. "Like it?" She spun, bare ass peeking through thigh-high slits.
Kook whistled, fingers digging into her waist as he pulled her flush against his erection. "Fancy prison."




















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