What the hell was going on, why did I care, and why, oh why, did I not carry a pocket rocket in my purse? My girlie bits were still on fire, screaming for release after Mr. Sex God’s orgasmic touch.
Related Authors: Lisa Sanchez | Eve of Samhain
Related Topics: humor, paranormal, romance
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