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Cock control was a concept foreign to the clumsy intruder who dared to assault Marnie’s cottage late one night. The foolish man, blinded by lust and disregard for her boundaries, tried to force his way into the witch’s bedchamber. Little…
The scent of peat and thought of voyeurism clung to the damp Irish air. Gracie, raised by a brood of gruff uncles, viewed her large breasts as a cruel deformity, unaware that such curves were common among women. Marnie, a…