Quinn
Mark tastes too good to resist and I definitely need the sweet little distraction that he is, because, god, my blood is still boiling at the thought of that presumptuous b*itch who dares to carry the same face as my Genie but be so toxic at the same time. They say she’s the alpha? Well, Genie is the queen. Period.
Mark’s hard d*ick pulsates in my grip, reminding me it’s been neglected for far too long and I suddenly feel ravenous for it. After all, I did mean it when I said I still haven’t eaten with all the drama that’s been overflowing me ever since I woke up today. Plus, it looks too good to resist anyway. It’s not as wide as Grey’s, but it’s long and the tip is f*ucking pink for god’s sake, making my mouth water with the way it tilts a little to the side. Pure perfection.
“Pul
