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… looking up into his brown, begging eyes. She’d learned long ago that she preferred not to gag him. She loved the symphony of gasps, moans, and whimpers that her lengthy ministrations pulled from his aroused body. Even now, before she had even touched him, his breath fell in short, hot inhales and exhales betwee…
Kaylee Pace
Eli Casablanca
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