Desiree

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“Christ.” I squirm when he drags his teeth across my lower stomach. “I can smell how much you want me.”  Oh. My. God.  I want to crawl under the blankets and hide, but then he trails his tongue along the waistband of my panties and rasps, “I can’t wait to taste it.” 
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