Christie Blink

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then feel her coming closer, bending at the waist until warmth fans across my ear. My fists curl, clenching tightly to abate the need to grab her by the hair and fling her over my shoulder so I can show her just how well I will cater to her. “Good boy,” she whispers, her voice sultry and teasing.
Does It Hurt?
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