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My chest and back stung from her nails, but I fucking loved it. I smacked one of her ass cheeks, just hard enough to make her gasp. “Again,” she said. Who the hell was she? I smacked her again with a satisfying slap. She gasped and giggled. “Have I been a bad girl?” “So bad.” “Spank me again.”
Faking Ms. Right (Dirty Martini Running Club, #1)
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