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didn’t like bats He hadn’ttrip to his wife

He didn’t want to disrupt the happy place they had found tonight

Meg left her own seat and slipped to her knees beside him She

laid her head on his lap, and Beck felt his cock respond It lengthened

to painful proportions He would go sloith her tonight, he

pro him hard,

but he forced himself to relax It felt like forever, but he’d taken her

twice the day before He needed to show her he wasn’t an animal who

would fall on her at every given opportunity, even if that hat he

felt like doing He was her husband She had been gracious and gentle

with Cian, and he owed her nothing less

Beck let his head fall back against the wood of the rocking chair

It had been a rough day Between the kelpie in theand the