Chelsi Rishor

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“Peter,” I growled. “Answer me now. This is the cliff, and once you fall—I will forever be the only one that can catch you.” “Yes. I’m sure. I want this, even if it’s insane.” I smiled, feeling my fangs sharpen.  My tail slipped up, finding the edge of his pants. The tip tugged hard, popping open the button. “Dante,” he rasped. 
Chelsi Rishor
Boy if you don’t, step aside cause I will
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