Christie Blink

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“Don’t stop telling me what you need, Pumpkin. You ask for it so well.” “Please,” I continue to beg, “Claim me like a ghost takes hold of a haunted house.” “That’s it, that’s my girl.” He strokes himself, priming his gourded goodness for me to take.
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