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Tawna Fenske

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Willowhar citeretsidste år
Aidan lifts his eyes to mine. He looks at me over the woman’s shoulder, gaze locked with mine as he makes sure he has my attention. I hold my breath, waiting.
Willowhar citeretsidste år
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Fuck yourself.”
Willowhar citeretsidste år
I keep my focus on her, but my buddies keep shifting on their feet.
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