Desiree

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As I climbed off of Hunter, I looked down at my thighs, sticky from our combined releases, and he gave me a wicked grin.  “Now I really need to shower,” I groaned. “We have to catch our train in a few hours.”  “I can think of another way to clean you up…” He said, pulling his shirt off my body and tugging me onto the bed. “Grab onto the headboard and sit on my face, baby.” 
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