Small Pussy Gift
A girl’s beauty could bring kingdoms to their knees. Or at least it should. Certainly not leave her walking through the snow with a man who couldn’t even afford her a Christmas gift. She deserved diamonds, roses, the world laid at her feet. Instead, she had him—empty promises and empty pockets. But as they wandered the frozen streets, Hunter appeared right under the Christmas tree. His coat was rich, his smile sharp. He stopped, glanced at her, and offered a choice.
Something shifted in the air—was it salvation or temptation? There were two gifts for her. One smaller, one bigger, and she chose both to humiliate her poor boyfriend.
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