Jack grins and then he slides his hands up Poison's thighs, rucking his skirt up over his stockings.
"Bet I would," he says, grinning. "Bet you'd keep me so busy."
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Jack grins and then he slides his hands up Poison's thighs, rucking his skirt up over his stockings.
"Bet I would," he says, grinning. "Bet you'd keep me so busy."