theresa goodwin

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There was no time to think, no time to second guess or let logic sneak its way in before River was balancing all his weight on one elbow, his other hand reaching down to hook my leg up his thigh. He pressed more weight into his knees, the tip of him sliding against my wet, warm entrance in a skating glide that had us both hissing with need.
The Christmas Blanket
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