Her eyes reopened as I slid my hands up her shirt, lifting the fabric with my arms
. ”
We collected our leavings from last night’s dinner and rolled it up in the blanket. “It’s the OCD,” she said with a grin
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Her eyes reopened as I slid my hands up her shirt, lifting the fabric with my arms
. ”
We collected our leavings from last night’s dinner and rolled it up in the blanket. “It’s the OCD,” she said with a grin
. . I slowly went closer to her and whispered softly into her ear
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Her eyes reopened as I slid my hands up her shirt, lifting the fabric with my arms
. ”
We collected our leavings from last night’s dinner and rolled it up in the blanket. “It’s the OCD,” she said with a grin
. . I slowly went closer to her and whispered softly into her ear
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