I guess today might be my last day on earth. I still can't believe I’m sitting on Mr. Asad Riaz, aka my fake mafia's lap. And no doubt, his thighs are smooth like butter. What’s his problem, huh? He freaking threatens me, orders me around, punishes me by completely devouring my neck, and now he’s pulling me onto his lap as if I weight nothing more than a feather!
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