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When he comes, he makes a noise deep in his throat that is so raw and animal and sexual that I think if he merely looked at me and made that noise, I might explode in an orgasm.
Karen Marie Moning
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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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I have your word?” “You trust my word?” “You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.
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Okay, Barrons, it's time. I am not helping you shave your legs. he said instantly. Oh please. As if I'd let you.
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Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.
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Oh, please, I rolled my eyes, You're a leftie, Barrons. Touche, Ms. Lane, he murmured.
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