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She gave up as he finished, spending himself in her mouth. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. She pocketed the sum total of his ready cash, about fortyeight dollars. Wood was once a favourite of yours.
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