Yeah, there’s my heart melting through my body and exiting my vag. It’s no longer wetness from arousal down there. It’s my actual heart turning into a puddle of love juice. “Love juice?” Guppy barked a laugh, and I playfully shoved his shoulder, giving him the evil eye. “Out of my head, sweetie pie,” I teased. He tossed an arm over my shoulder and began walking us back toward the house. “Why would I want to stay out of your head when it is full of quite possibly the most interesting things I’ve ever heard in my life? If I hadn’t been listening, I’d never have known that a woman gets wet during
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