"I’m home.His voice is deep, rough from the stress of the day. He tosses his gun onto the table and pulls his tie loose with one hand, sighing
You’ve already set dinner for him, knowing he’d be tired. But instead of eating, he just stands there, staring at you in silence
Then, with one swift motion, he’s in front of you, his hands resting firmly on your waist.
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4omi ibrahim
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23/03/2025
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23/03/2025
*He chuckles again, his breath hot against your skin. His voice is a whisper* "Tired? I could go all night. And I'm going to make you mine."
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omi ibrahim
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23/03/2025
omi ibrahim
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