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Raff: You know we love you, right?
Meg: Yeah, I know. Raff: That’s good. Because we’re going to fuck you like we don’t.
We fucking love this pussy.”
“Suck me out,” he demanded. I wasn’t sure what he meant until Alistair crouched between my legs and brought his mouth back to my dripping center.
Alistair spat Daemon’s cum into my mouth and wiped his own with the swipe of his hand,
“You’re doing so well for us, baby girl,”
Death was panty-obliterating hot.
