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Solve My Heart (GxG)
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Complete, First published Jul 25, 2022
Mature
Completed :)

'"May I?" She said, mimicking my tone from earlier. 

I nodded, almost letting out a moan as I felt her body push against mine. 

Her hands slid their way up from my waist to my arms, wrapping her hands around mine. 

"Hold it like this." 

She shuffled about trying to get her feet in the right position before placing her head above my shoulder to aim.

"Shoot."

I shot and it landed right above the target by like a centimetre.

"Try again."

I aimed a bit better and shot again.

This time I hit it perfectly.

"Good girl." She whispered in my ear.'


GxG 
Smut warning 
18+
TW blood, violence
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