Wood. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. “No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. She moaned as his lips caressed her neck, almost to where the dress met her shoulder. His glasses were gone. He guided himself between her legs.
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