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His mouth went a little slack with the praise. Utterly artless and so real. He wore his heart in his eyes. The potential there was so delicious, I felt myself grow warm, my panties were moist already. I took my time and retrieved a bottle of an IPA for him and a bourbon on the rocks for me. He took…
Blisse Wynters
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