ovea.”yes,”hesaidsoftly,”ie.ioh,kady,iyou.”
beforekadyuldforprotest,hepulledherintohisarandkissedher,andshekneankissedher.gregoryhadkissedherorandtheexankissedherinaadehereapartofhi
tuingherheadinhisbighand,hevedheruthsoheuldbetterreaanhad.histooueltherbodyintohis,herssosoft,hissohard.
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herily.
yearsago,hehadresearilyhistory,tryingtofigureoutilysrustterilyhistorybutnoexplanation.
no,hekeverkadysaidhadhappeoherrue.i
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allhar”no”kadysuddenlycriedasshepushedagainsthiharply,thenlookedattherock.
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