Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth?
—M.K. Schiller
I want another taste,” he said, feeling his heart race. He leaned her against the car and crushed his lips against hers. This time she ran her fingers through his hair, making him moan. He...
Wow, Kyle, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she replied with a smile.
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