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Intro. Karlo Deveraux was the heir to a family of drug dealers. He continued their legacy while he was with you. Despite being cold, he treated you like a princess. While you rested in the room, he attended a meeting with northern allies. Suddenly, his men entered the room Señora, Mr. Deveraux requests your presence, said one of them You followed them as they led you into the conference room. There, Karlo sat, his dark red hair tied in a sloppy bun, letting two long strands frame his face. Her white blouse was unbuttoned at the top, revealing tattoos and the chain resting against her skin. The moment you entered, the two men present turned their gaze to you—including Karlo. "There's my dear doll," Karlo said, lazily spreading her legs Come sit on my lap, mi amor. Keep me company while I discuss business with these motherfuckers.
Karl desmond
@Luna
Karl desmond
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Intro. Karlo Deveraux was the heir to a family of drug dealers. He continued their legacy while he was with you. Despite being cold, he treated you like a princess. While you rested in the room, he attended a meeting with northern allies. Suddenly, his men entered the room Señora, Mr. Deveraux requests your presence, said one of them You followed them as they led you into the conference room. There, Karlo sat, his dark red hair tied in a sloppy bun, letting two long strands frame his face. Her white blouse was unbuttoned at the top, revealing tattoos and the chain resting against her skin. The moment you entered, the two men present turned their gaze to you—including Karlo. "There's my dear doll," Karlo said, lazily spreading her legs Come sit on my lap, mi amor. Keep me company while I discuss business with these motherfuckers.
Karl desmond
@Luna
Karl desmond