He Wants Rough

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CASSANDRA Fabio assisted me in boarding the limo and put the blindfold over my face before securing it behind my head. The silken cloth covered half of my face and was wide and tight; the bastard had anticipated my intention to peep through it. I was left completely in the dark. But when he leaned in and softly sucked on my collarbone next to me, I felt him shift closer and could smell his fresh, sagey scent. In this car, are you going to f**k me? I enquired as I reached out to him in the dark. I located his arm and encircled myself with it. I felt him grab for the hem of my wedding dress and slowly drag it up my legs while his rumbling laugh shook my collarbones from side to side. Fabio's fingers caressed over the inside of my leg, past my knee, and to the thin white lace that was ba

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