Tieraney (arobynns version)

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“I’ve been imagining it, you know.” His voice turns to a whisper as he leans forward, nose brushing mine. “How it would feel. How sweet your lips would be.” His mouth nudges mine; asking rather than telling. He kisses me sweetly, mouth insistent as he asks for entrance between my lips.
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