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“Shouldn’t we do this on our honeymoon?”, I asked taking off my dress. 

Aven scoffed, giving me a smirk, “Press your stomach against the bed, and I’ll do all the work.”

I sat on his bed facing him. “What am I to you? A pretty trophy or a convenient sex toy”.

Aven looked at me. “I have plenty of toys that I play with, but I want you right now.”

“Why?” I raised a brow.

He sighed. “No more questions lay on your stomach.”

I took off my undergarments and showed Aven my bare breasts. “Isn’t that better than laying on my stomach?”

“Much better,” he approached m

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