“Oh god” Cora-Lynne breathed. “Let’s do it right here.” She was referring to sexual intercourse.
She exposed her dewy thicket.
The barometer reached its upper limit – Very Dry. It was a wholly inappropriate reading.
His weapon of lust moved intrepidly inside. He now knew what bliss felt like: it felt like being inside a plump, steamed gyoza dumpling.
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