In the room 16 of the cheapest motel:
"Aaugh! What are you doing?" I asked her.
"I'm marking my territory" she whispered to my ear, and kept on biting me and kissing hard in my neck until she made a hickey.
The end.
In the room 16 of the cheapest motel:
"Aaugh! What are you doing?" I asked her.
"I'm marking my territory" she whispered to my ear, and kept on biting me and kissing hard in my neck until she made a hickey.
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