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I have to wonder what Arthur sees in her. She probably sucks like a Dyson, because everything about her is dusty as powder.
That's what makes her special. She's a fucking force of nature, begging to be let free. Far too good for this place, if you ask me.
I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?
"Baby girl, stop," he groans, grabbing me. "I didn't call you that because I thought you were a murderer when we met. I called you that because I knew you would be the death of me. But it's a sweet death, one that I welcome."
