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KYLER'S POV— 82

Victoria was here, and I was too weak even to argue. My thoughts were cloudy, with Isabelle licking me off her face. That image has been in my head for thirty minutes now, and I can't understand what she's saying. Victoria, I mean, I don't care if she got hot. I just somehow need to hear Isabelle scream my name while I'm buried deep inside her sweet tight pussy. I know she wants that because I could see her touch herself while she sucked on her knees.

"Kyler?" Isabelle whispered, her breath fanned against my neck, shivering me back to reality.

"Your Majesty, I hope you can spare me a room in the royal palace?" Victoria said. I leaned backwards and grabbed Isabelle's hand, kissing the back of her hands while my brain could finally process what she was saying.

I turned to Isabelle, and she smiled brightly, waiting for my reply. I chuckled, but not because of her smile but her lipstick; she barely managed to adjust. It was still smeared, and I'm sure people must have seen it. She frowned
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