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She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring. ~ Marquis De Sade ~ Seska is home minding her own business, when without warning she is thrust into a sexual experience that will live within her forever. |
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