Kristen ✨

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"I planned on fucking you with your legs trussed like a Christmas tree, but now I need to see into your soul." "How?" I whisper. He points a claw at the corner of his eye and gestures down at mine. "Eye contact. Will you allow me to connect our souls while we fuck?"
Kristen ✨
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Birched by the Krampus
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