Angelina Quawas

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She blinks a hell of a lot, panic behind her blue eyes. I tuck her to my sturdy chest. Protective. One of my hands is lost in her blue skirt. Really, I’m cupping her ass, an effortless hold, and I press my other palm to the back of her head, whispering against her ear, “I have you, honey.” She eases into me.
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