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“Goddamn, darlin’. You look edible.” He parted me with both hands, spreading me open with filthy reverence. “Drippin’ like you missed me,” he said, leaning in closer. “Tight little thing. Greedy and swollen and fuckin’ perfect.” I whimpered. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,”
Beneath His Stetson
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