“Put me down.” “No, you’re my husband, right? Do your husbandly duty and take my cock.” “Don’t you fucking touch— ah!” Harlow’s head tilted back as I pressed against his hole. It opened eagerly around the tip of my finger, and I shook my head at him. I wasn’t even inside, and he looked like he was ready to grind and ride my cock. “I’ll touch whatever the fuck I want,” I growled. “You’re mine. Isn’t that what you said?” Harlow panted as he shook his head. “I said you were mine.” “That’s the exact same thing,” I said. “If I belong to you, then you belong to me.” “Benito.” “Fuck, you don’t ever
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