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You're mine, Angel, he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. You have me forever.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Centerville
Utah
Angel
Brushing
Across
Inviting
Mines
Fidelity
Mine
Neck
Higher
Necks
Forever
Kiss
Words
Kissing
Arched
Everywhere
Murmured

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