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“You’re killing me,” he muttered. “Fuck this, I can’t take it.” Suddenly I was on my back with Saint’s giant cock hanging over my face and a hot, wet throat inhaling my own erection. Sixty-nine was my new favorite number. “Fuck!” I cried. “Oh fuck.”
His Saint (Forever Wilde #5)
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