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red to "train" her-when he'd whispered promises of touch and fire and power-sh

e what he wanted...

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ped on

n:

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around her waist. She melted into i

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trailed up her thigh, brush

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tears. "What if he ju

make sure i

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d her skirt slo

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knuckle to

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just before

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first orgasm to be wh

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thing they hadn't said poured into that kis

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