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My Pulse
Roman d'amourWith a low laugh, he backed me up against the bed. "I bet everyone thought you were so sweet and innocent, didn't they? If that were true, you wouldn't be rubbing your wet little pussy on my jeans," he mocked. "Ahh god," I stifled my cry of pleasure...
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