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This is very domestic of you, he said. It's kinda hot, really. Giving me all sorts of fantasies about you in an apron vacuuming my house.

Richelle Mead

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Richelle Mead
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: November 12
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Michigan
United States
Fantasy
Vacuuming
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