Dr. Beckmann Stain Devils Pen and Ink, 50 ml

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When my lips met hers for the first time, what a rapturous thrill. Sharp currents of pleasure coursed through me, overwhelming my senses. She stirred in me a wild and erotic fascination. It raged inside me like a hurricane at sea, buffeting my emotions about with waves of wild desire. At this point, it is my belief that Kai was inserted into the scene just to be Rika’s hype man (as if she needed one uggghh). Then Pd took a coffee break in the middle of the scene and something hard hit her on her lovely-incredible-writer-that-I-love head. She won’t marry me!” I blurted out, hurt and angry. “She says her father would have me killed. After what happened last week, I think she is right. I am half out of my mind, Myra. I don’t know what to do.” Why did you do it, William? Didn’t you realize what he would do? I am practically under house arrest now. He has men watching me night and day. Oh, I do hope I haven’t led them to this place!”

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