Caitlin

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“You can have my hand, and I’ll even throw in my tongue. I’ll wipe all that lotion off and mouth you good. Or you can have my cunt.” “Cunt,” he says immediately, and gestures to his thighs. “Come sit on me. I’ll make you feel amazing.”
By the Horns (Royal Artifactual Guild, #2)
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