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Despite the cold, my cock jerked in my pants at the memory of Moth on top of me. His tongue in my mouth, and the slick sounds his hand had made in his pants before he jerked and shuddered with his orgasm. When were we going to do it again?
Moth (Monstrous, #5)
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