Simran Nagpal

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She moans against my grip, even as I suffocate the shit out of her. Thing is, I’m not the only one who enjoys breath play. The more I take away her oxygen, the harder her cunt clenches around my cock. But the part I love the most? It’s the way her gaze remains on me, trusting me not to actually kill her. Her pussy tightens, milking me for my orgasm, and her eyes start to go out of focus. I remove my palm, grab her face with both hands, and force her eyes to meet my own. They’re more green than brown, glittery with tears. These are her pleasure tears, her ‘give me more’ tears. The tears that I ...more
Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)
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