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That damn tongue. That thing had to be made of sin and shame. “I thought you were mad at me,” I managed to utter on a ragged breath. “I was, but my dick just told me we ain’t mad at you no more.” He squeezed my right breast through my shirt before leaning in to kiss me again.
That damn tongue. That thing had to be made of sin and shame. “I thought you were mad at me,” I managed to utter on a ragged breath. “I was, but my dick just told me we ain’t mad at you no more.” He squeezed my right breast through my shirt before leaning in to kiss me again.