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Before I could blink, he had snatched the humerus from my grip and had the smooth round end pressed against my throbbing center. I gasped as I tried to lift myself up, torn with the feeling of disgust and pure lust as he rubbed the bone against my wetness, the sound echoing in the quiet lane.
Morgan
Ewwww.
Can You Take It? (Infatuated Fae, #4)
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