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Mending Wounds | LingOrm FF
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Complete, First published Aug 11, 2024
Mature
The story of a doctor and a lawyer whose fate leads them to meet in impossible circumstances.

 "Love hurt, isn't it?"


The original story by Jo.

This is a converted story. 
I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY OR ANY PIC. 
credit to the original author.
All Rights Reserved
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Orm's life is an endless string of disasters: tangled leashes, farting pugs, and one raging Chihuahua that latched onto her crotch like it found heaven. Now she's stuck dragging her shame (and bruised thighs) back to the one person who might save her: Lingling-the grumpiest, hottest, dangerously unamused vet in town. Lingling just wanted peace. Not blonde disasters in strawberry panties. Not "ointment emergencies" that require pants down in the exam room. Not filthy daydreams about her new favorite problem. But the more Orm trips, falls, and flashes... The more Lingling wants to pin her to the vet table and make her beg. Professional boundaries? Gone. Sanity? Gone. Control? Barely hanging on. This isn't a love story. It's a slow-motion, full-throttle, filthy lesbian train wreck. And they're both loving every second. Author's Note : This is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended. This story is purely fictional from my own imagination. Any similarities between other stories are purely coincidental. Thank you 👍👍👍