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My pulse races as I shake , Are you sure?

“No thank you,” I murmur

“That was so good, Finley”

And, at that, he’s gone Sunk into dreamland

After I cover hio stand beside the streaers I ih, beneath the fitted seas…over my dark, coarse curls

I can’t stop ers over ertip nudges the slit between

Oh, Declan…

I needto fill where I feel needy for his harsh engorgement

I’ine his s my forbidden crevice I’m so very, very wet…could he fit in?

I push a fingertip inside and cry out I’ with the need to feel…hi up I tug it toward me, push its thick tip to my swollen flesh

I is open for hi—and I’d be filled completely…to the point of sinful madness

I see his taut jaw, then his parted lips I see his dazed eyes and that kind sives me at odd moments And I can feel his cheek beside mine

My beloved

The words chill me How…ridiculous And shameful Sinful I feel ill as I dip my hand into the streahts

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