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link “Arthur,” Gwen gasps as his lips connect with her neck, 接吻 a hot, wet trail from her ear to her collarbone, sending a thrill through her center. She reaches up and caresses the side of his head, the bare stubble there tickling her fingers as she gently holds him against her.
How did I end up beneath him on my couch, 接吻 like we’re both desperate for each other? Oh, that’s right. I invited him in for brunch. 早午餐 that never got made, because he 说 my name and my knees turned to water and he came up behind me and...
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