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Kaska
Kaska swooned into her horse, lying against his neck. "Oh yes. What I would do to have those arms around me," she breathed. She sighed blithely then slid off her horse like flowing liquid, holding the saddle and leaning against him to stop her from slipping straight to her knees.
She wasn't trashed, but the alcohol had fully set in her on the ride and she had hit the sweet spot. She smiled a little at it, alcohol always a drug to her.
"Oo, or what about Fredrick? That jaw line. Don't tell me you don't want your lips on his." She took the reigns, leading her horse into the stables.
She wasn't trashed, but the alcohol had fully set in her on the ride and she had hit the sweet spot. She smiled a little at it, alcohol always a drug to her.
"Oo, or what about Fredrick? That jaw line. Don't tell me you don't want your lips on his." She took the reigns, leading her horse into the stables.
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