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... days."

Ryan lit up a cigarette and said with a smile, "It will be fine after a while of getting used to it. I was more scared than you were at that time because you were drunk and crying and making a fuss."

"I was afraid you would go crazy and bite me..."

Nancy didn't shy away and said through gritted teeth, "What I regret is that I didn't bite it off for you. You little bastard was so rough when you fucked my mouth, and you even came in my mouth."

"Fuck, I want ...

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