Casey pushed off the doorframe and walked into the room, the heels of her boots clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor. She stopped inches from Samantha, close enough that Samantha could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
"You're early," a voice drifted from the doorway. It was melodic, with a slight lilt that betrayed Casey Nohr’s Danish roots. StrapLez 25 01 09 Samantha Rouge And Casey Nohr...
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