His hand left her face. Swift. Brutal. It snapped down, palm cracking hard against the curve of her ass where it pressed against the leather sofa. The sharp smack echoed like gunfire in the quiet penthouse.
Koo gasped, her body jerking forward, eyes flying wide β not pain, but shock. Shock and an instant, molten heat. A low moan dragged itself from her throat. "Mhhmmmβ¦" Her head tipped back against the leather. "Aaaahhhβ¦ Daddy."

















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