Cold As A Wagon Tire

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Bert’s POV “Jubilee, how’s ’bout we take this next door.” I whispered into her ear, grabbing a handful of her ass as I did. “Ooh, someone’s in a celebratory mood.” She purred, nipping at my chin and making me growl in approval. “Every day’s a celebration when I get to f**k the sweetest p***y this town’s ever seen.” I scooped her up in my arms and threw her over my shoulder, getting her to squeal in delight as I opened back up the door and went to her own private quarters. “Now; what has my big bad wolf all giddy today?” She purred, undoing her bustle as I set her down; grinning at me as she saw my d**k twitch in my pants. “Celebrating life and living.” I kicked off my boots, undoing my belt as I went. “Franklin almost had me killed today, and all I could think about was seeing you aga

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