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“If you come before I say you can . . .” I swallowed so hard it was audible. “As punishment, you have to clean it up.” He stopped breathing. Stopped blinking. “What?” “If you come inside this pussy without my permission, you’ll use your mouth to take care of your mess.”
The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)
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