Chapter 8 Christmas Goose cont.

“You taste heavenly.” Whispering into her ear as her legs wrapped around my thighs, pressing my groin into her hungry core. My eyes roaming over her outstretched arms, noticing a strange tattoo on her left bicep.

“What’s this?” Tracing a gentle finger over the strange, inked writing of SF-01-00, fe...

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