63 Who is the perfect mate?

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Fallen Fallen shivered as she watched Triam take off his clothes. She went to her knees. Her hands shook as she reached for the row of buttons on the back of her dress. She couldn’t reach them. Triam reached for her in frustration. A ripping sound filled the silence, making her whimper. She bit into her fist to muffle her moans. Triam ripped her dress and left her naked. He pushed her to her back, placing his entire body on top of her. His weight sank into her, and his hard c**k slid over her skin. It felt hot and so smooth. Why did he have to make her wait for so long for this? She missed him so much. Fallen slapped him on the shoulder, her anger taking the better of her. “Hey? What was that for?” he asked, staring down at her. Fallen slapped him again. Triam growled and gripped

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