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“I fucking smell you, baby love,” he grunted, and Tahli freed a jagged breath. “You gotta be so fucking wet and willing for me to pick that up. It’s faint…and sweet.” A space snuck between her lips. “But it’s her. I can smell my little wet pussy.”
Parachutes Book Three: The Impact
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