Nicotine {Norman Reedus}

Nicotine {Norman Reedus}

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"I can do, so....so many things to you little Miss Dickens" Norman breathed down on my neck as his hands gripped my hips. My breath hitched in my throat. The tiny elevator seemed to be closing in on us, the ride being agonizingly slow. "So many dirty...wonderful things"
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