Page 22 of His Pretty Little Thief
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“I love you, little thief.”
She yanks me into her, searing her lips to mine.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “But I’m not sure I’m the thief here.”
I grin. “No?”
“Uh-uh,” she purrs, her legs wrapping around me as her robe falls open.
“I’m pretty sure it’s you who just stole me.”
The smile creeps over my lips as I press them to hers, our clothes falling away I find her eager pussy with my thick, rock-hard cock and sink into her.
Damn right I did.
