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Kingdom’s hand paused on the door of Angel’s shop just before he stepped inside for his last session with Angel. He was looking forward to seeing Sage—her sweet face and careful manner beckoned him with the seductiveness of the sunny, rolling hills of Tuscany. Made sense since that’s where his people came from. Her softness and wit, but especially the elusive sense of freedom he had found with her, wouldn’t quit calling to him.
He was about to set his eyes on her pretty face and perky t**s. A grin formed on his face when he recalled those lush t**s. He loved real t**s. Fake t**s did the job when necessary, like with Trixie, but the thought of Sage’s plump t**s and curvy a*s brought his c**k to standing.
Speaking of which, it was stretching exponentially in his jeans. Before Chop, when
