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Moira

I collapse against Raf, laying limply in his arms. My fourth orgasm of the day has my limbs feeling like overcooked pasta noodles. “Damn baby, I thought for a minute there that you were trying to kill me.”

“But what a way to go, right?” I ask him with a saucy wink.

He playfully smacks my butt. Then

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