Sana couldn’t sleep.
The mansion was quiet, the only sound the soft wind against the windows and the distant crackle of the fireplace downstairs. She lay in her small bed, staring at the ceiling, but all she could feel was the ghost of Arman’s hard cock pressed against her ass.
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