Angelina Quawas

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She shivers, the house chilly but I run hot. And she’s only in a blue bra and a skirt that she slowly tries to crawl out of. I help her pull the tutu down her hips and legs, and then I hoist my girlfriend up in my arms. Cradling Jane, I walk back into the cold bedroom. She hangs onto my neck and cuddles up against my body.
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