Kayla Hope

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“Forget it,” I mumble as I turn toward my Jeep, parked just a few spaces down. He lets out a frustrated, strangled noise, looking as if he’s pulling out his hair. “Fuck it.” Then he mutters something in a surrendering tone. “She was my Domme.”
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