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Tickled Slink, A G-Rated Story

"So where is it?" Jude asked as he spun me and gathered my hair in his fist, exposing my neck. "No 'on' button here," he whispered huskily, "How do I turn you on, Kate? I'm so very hungry..." I stared flatly into his eyes, barely holding my stoic mask. ¬†Suddenly he jerked my arm straight… Continue reading Tickled Slink, A G-Rated Story

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