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We, my dear DickHunters, have reached the pinnacle of porn.
Truer words have never been spoken. Today, I saw the face of god, and their name is DickHunt.
While we're at it, I need a strawberry tart sticker that says, "Soil me with your strumpet hands and tarty ways!”
“You. You should have brought him months ago. I raised you better than that.” “Ahhh, I… wanted to surprise you?” “Richard Alexander Knox. I am your mother and your alpha. Do you really think I don’t know when you’re bonded to someone? Especially when it’s a true bond.”
Anne huffed. “Richard, my darling boy. What kind of low-level desk job pays enough for a car like that?” The sheer amount of horror on Richard’s face was glorious. Hunter pulled out his phone and snapped a picture to capture the touching moment. He’d be sending it to Max later. Richard scowled at him.
The bond can’t deepen properly if someone is holding back.
