Martin Spell’s eyes narrowed as he loomed over Lera Murr, his gaze burning with a primal hunger. The petite Russian whore trembled beneath him, her slender frame seeming fragile against his muscular bulk. He grabbed her delicate wrists and pinning them above her head. With a swift motion, Martin pushed Lera down onto the bed, trapping her petite body beneath his weight. She struggled weakly but was no match for his superior strength. He leaned in close, hot breath fanning across…
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