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Meg bucked beneath her husband His weight held her efficiently

as he sat on her midsection and calmly looked to his brother

“Getsomeone to pass

the salt

Cian walked off to do his bidding

“Bastard,” Meg grunted as she tried to force him off His position

was perfect She couldn’t quite strike hih she tried “Get the

fuck off me”

Beck looked entirely too pleased for Meg’s coe,

my love Have you noticed, Ci, that our sweet little wife has quite the

mouth on her?”

Cian was sth of material

Meg recognized it as a scarf she’d bought in the marketplace “I did,

indeed, notice the ets that dirty

in it”