“Sitting beside me, he gently pulls my sweatpants down. Up and down like a whores’ drawers, my subconscious remarks bitterly. In my head, I tell her where to go. Christian squirts baby oil into his hand and then rubs my behind with careful tenderness—from makeup remover to soothing balm for a spanked ass, who would have thought it was such a versatile liquid.”

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;)

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vispār jā, eļļa vai tml. ir must have. lai nesūūūrst un neiekaist:)

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es 50 greja nokraasas salasiijusies

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tā izklausās, jā:)

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