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My Alpha My Mate


Mine.... My Mate, The energy that flows throw me with the thoughts of you is just mind blowing your name makes me wet, your smile makes me weak, your voice makes me melt, your skin makes me want to lick every piece of you, and every piece of me wants every part of you... to touch you love to feel you inside of me, to taste those lips, to protect, and to give you whatever you need from me 

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