"Come on, what are the odds?" Jag protested, still smiling at him, but keeping going. He was still talking, but he was just fine with grabbing one of the guest suites, or whatever Val had called them. "You'd look hot, braced against that thing as I went down on you."
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Date: 2015-11-12 02:18 am (UTC)