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I WANT A TASTE OF YOUR KINK
Given the situation that he knew where Cafelle was, Eder drove with proper destination.
Under the parking lot of the club, he saw Cafelle's car, tapping it twice with a successful smirk on his face.
“Finally found you, jerk” and kicked its wheel as if it were Cafelle's leg.
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Meanwhile, Cafelle just gone out of the shower, he had just calmed down a little, under the pull of pheromones, he dodged a hefty mess sprawled on the floor and scattering bodies.
Thirty-three Omegas were dried gasping witless all over the room, their holes were leaking full of semen.
The last three Omegas who attended Cafelle were almost drowning in the bathtub from exhaustion.
Cafelle stepped on every free space without getting dirtied of his dirt, and left the room, not looking back.