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Stanton swung Sammi into his arms and stalked through the sitting room, past a pair of open French doors, and into the bedroom. They’d barely made it past the door before attacking each other. Holy f**k, that was one hell of a mouth she had on her. He knew she could use it for sassy comebacks, but apparently she was an expert at using it on c**k, as well.
Now that he got his o****m out of the way he could get down to real business. p***y. He loved eating p***y; right this instant, he wanted to grab her thighs, split them open, and rip into hers like a rabid dog. He didn’t know why l*****g p***y held such a powerful sway over him. Maybe he had a refined sense of smell like a canine, adding credence to Cornell’s argument that he was a dawg.
Although he didn’t quite get a good whiff at
