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“The thorns reminded me of the way your arrow pierced me so sweetly,” he says with a sigh. “And the pink blossom reminded me of your hair, and how it would look fanned out over my chest after an intense love-making session.” I groan and bury my head in my hands. “What. The. Actual. Fuck.” — Raven Kennedy
The thorns reminded me of the way your arrow pierced me so sweetly,” he says with a sigh. “And the pink blossom reminded me of your hair, and how it would look fanned out over my chest after an intense love-making session.”
I groan and bury my head in my hands.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck.