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I couldn't finish my sentence because she'd started to twist her hand around my length back and forth, right at the head of my cock where I was most sensitive. Instead, I gaped like a fish and whined, bucking into her soft palm, my sac growing tight and pounding. "You're dripping a great deal. Do you know, you taste like something familiar… I can't place it."
The Alpha of Bleake Isle (Dragonkin, #1)
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