Chapter Five Hundred Eighty-Three

SANDY

"Wh-what?" I stammer, my hands going up to push against his chest. The feel of his heaving pecs behind my palms stutters my brain for a moment and I can't help but dig my claws in a little, loving the way the muscles twitch beneath my hands. *Mhmm. You are a sick little puppy, Sandy. Yo...

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