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The beautiful writer opens the door, the handsome musketeer from another time steps into her home, reaches for her dress and, with one smooth motion disrobes her. Her passions swell and she is putty beneath him. Who was the masked stranger? |
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The beautiful writer opens the door, the handsome musketeer from another time steps into her home, reaches for her dress and, with one smooth motion disrobes her. Her passions swell and she is putty beneath him. Who was the masked stranger? |
