The door clicked shut behind Sophia and the apartment lights were already low, just the amber glow of the single lamp catching on the thick beard of the man sprawled across her sofa. Shirt open, belt gone, trousers shoved down his hips, his cock jutted up heavy and flushed, the head so swollen it looked almost angry, slick with a bead of pre-cum that trembled at the slit.
“On your knees, bitch,” he said, voice rough with possession. “Now.”
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