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His cheeks were pink from sleep, his hair mussed, every inch of his gorgeous body on display for me. I wanted to kiss each of my freckles, because yes, they felt like they were mine. Wanted to taste every inch of his body, wanted to inhale his scent, wanted to fuck him so hard, he would never ever doubt that he belonged to me and I to him.
On the Mountain
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