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Standing at the doorway, Colt Thornton's chubby face showed a lack of patience.
"Stop fucking dragging it out with me, I've already given you time to buffer, don't fucking throw it back in my face!"
Titus Zane had been terrified by the sight before him, staring at Colt Thornton with his mouth open, unable to react before his wrist was tightly gripped, followed by his loose, flowing waves being seized by Colt Thornton.
"You bastard, let's see where you can run today!"
If before, when his friend complained to him about Colt Thornton being a pervert, Titus Zane wondered, could anyone be more twisted than Nathan Moore? Every time Nathan forced him, disregarding his feelings, venting his hatred and lust on him!
But encountering Colt Thornton, he finally understood what a true pervert was; this disgusting man, while dragging him into an inner suite, kept slapping him ceaselessly.
