Queen Amara Holloway

He's on the pitch. I'm on the phone. You're in the chair.

The match is playing and so am I. An Argentinian alpha has my full attention

I don't play guessing games. I play draining games. And you're about to find out exactly what kind of slave you are to me.

Ten minutes.

Strip the bed. Fold the lingerie. Wipe down every surface that absorbed my satisfaction. You'll touch what a real man left behind. You'll

Aww, look at you… drooling over a chair. Your chair. The cuck chair. That’s where you belong, a simp with his legs closed— sat in the