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On principle, I didn’t trust anyone who didn’t like cats, so they’d never be around to judge me anyway.
What better way to spend them than spread out under a man who knew where a clit was?
She dropped to her knees like a good little girl.
a terrible bedside manner and no natural instincts for caretaker work.
Probably because you’re picturing him breathing like that while wrapping his belt around your wrists to restrain you, you horny little bitch.