JMaxwell69
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The Duel
She pressed her lips against mine, startling me. Her brown hair was a bit disheveled from an active evening of dancing and carrying on, but she was still a Latina goddess.
Angel and devil dueled across my shoulders.
“She’s drunk.”
“She’s hot.”
“It’s not right.”
“It would be heavenly.”
She pressed her lips against mine, startling me. Her brown hair was a bit disheveled from an active evening of dancing and carrying on, but she was still a Latina goddess.
Angel and devil dueled across my shoulders.
“She’s drunk.”
“She’s hot.”
“It’s not right.”
“It would be heavenly.”