“What the hell am I supposed to do with you, my naughty girl?” Beau gives me one more imprint of his palm before finally delivering what I’m panting for. He dives a hand between my legs, sinking his fingers back into my weeping, clenching pussy. “I’m not anyone’s. I’m certainly not yours.” My spine bows as I outright moan. “You say that now, but you will be.” “That’s rich…” I’m frantically trying to widen my legs but can’t because of the bikini restraining me from simply opening fully for his touch. “Coming from the man who has a ring on his finger… who has a wife.” As I gasp out the words,
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