Samantha Vuksanic

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I can remember her on top of me at one point. Her long rich brown hair falling forward as she pumped me. The hair formed a darkness that looked like the interior of the hood of the Grim Reaper. Like something out of one of those horror movies where from the darkness you see the faint glint of two little red beads.
Diary of an Oxygen Thief (The Oxygen Thief Diaries, #1)
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