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Squirm by Cari Silverwood5/20/2023 She breathed in again, swooned, then swiftly recovered and slipped past Jace into the garage.Įau de Biker. The muscle of his flexed and tattooed bicep shone under the florescent light. He grinned back, anchoring his fingers high in the mesh, leaning on the gate, and exuding eau de biker. Her little black dress was fine but the six inch red stilettos were going to kill her any second. Virginia swept back her long blonde hair and smiled as enticingly as she could at the man on the other side of the chain mesh gate. Yeehaw! Playing hide the tentacle has never been so much fun. Virginity isn't all it's cracked up to be and her search for the Holy Grail of Erotic Romance, the ten inch purple-headed schlong, may have finally borne fruit. If it simply has to happen, let it at least be a billionaire and a hot biker. Having a bad day isn't good but when Virginia Chaste has a bad day, she gets felt up by a tentacle monster. A parody of everything great and weird in erotic romance that could be stuffed into one book without it exploding.įor some girls, one tentacle isn't enough.
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