♡mars♡

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And when I feel the unmistakable head of Theo's cock swapping with his fingers, I gasp. "You're not going to fit," I argue quickly, swallowing hard. "Relax," Theo murmurs, lips brushing the nape of my neck. "Grey…"
♡mars♡
oh thee of little faith
Exile (Dance with my Demons #4)
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