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Eli suddenly flutters his tongue against me. I cry out, spasming. Shivers hurtle down my spine, wracking through me. I can’t handle it anymore. I twist my hands in Eli’s hair, closing my eyes as I start to come, every muscle in my body shaking helplessly with release as wave after wave of pleasure shudders through me—
Three Swedish Mountain Men
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