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HIS BREECHES WERE SMOOTH BLACK, and before ever he pulled his hot woman down with him she was already eyeing the fullness rising up his fly. "Oh, Lord Israfel," came the breathy rasp out of her mouth; she could not help it. "Ah-ah—" He slapped lightly the corner of her face. "What did we say about using real names on the islands?" The baddie crawled up on his long body, curling her soft breasts into him. She gulped, seriously in heat. He was watching her, waiting.
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