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“You’re wrong. I’m not trying to impress you. I want you to see me.”
“There once was a werewolf from Kent, whose cock was so long it bent. So he found him a witch, to scratch his big itch, and with a great howl, he spent.”
“There once was a wolf from the city, who met a witch who was stunning and witty.” His voice was low and luscious and gruff. “She charmed him at a glance, making him wish he had a chance, to kiss her sweet lips and her kitty.”
One taste had sealed her into my flesh and bones.
Fucksticks!
I was the kind of woman who typically followed my instincts and spontaneous desires, never denying to sit on a pretty face when I wanted to. And let’s be real, Nico had a face worth sitting upon.
“Shit on a cracker, how old are you?”
“Bunch of goddamn pisswizards.”
“Don’t you worry. I’m going to take care of you.”
“What does he do that bothers you so much?” “Breathes.”
The amount of pheromones you’ve both been putting off could impregnate a nunnery.”
