Shanice Wolfe

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After a moment, she pushed off the frame and moved across the room on silent feet to my side. I tensed as she slid a finger in the coolin’ spunk on my abs and brought it to her mouth, suckin’ on it with an audible pop and a little kittenish moan.
Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)
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