theresa goodwin

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River slowed his pace, kissing my lips hard, bruisingly, until he dragged those lips and nipping teeth and sweeping tongue down my neck again. I was so limp and small in his arms that it didn’t take much effort for him to flip me over again, onto my stomach, with my ass in the air just the way I knew he liked it.
The Christmas Blanket
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