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“Wetting her throat, she managed to say, "Did you bring protection?" Sailor froze. A second later, he groaned and dropped his head. "I hate myself right now," he said. "My cock hates me even more.”

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Book:Cherish Hard
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Cherish Hard

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Nalini Singh
Nalini Singh

Nalini Singh is a renowned Canadian science fiction author known for her unique blend of romance and fantasy elements. Born in 1977, she began writing in 1999 and has since published numerous works. Her novels often combine science fiction, fantasy, and romance, winning her a dedicated fan base. more

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