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Grecco D´Angelo She was it or me. After tasting her, I was ruined for any other woman. She was sweet and salty, like honey or salty caramel. I was addicted to her. I wanted to do so much more, but I knew she was not ready, and I would never expect her to break her promises to herself. She promised to keep herself for her mate; even when my Lycan and I were sure she was keeping her body for us, she was not sure. She was younger than me, and she will know until she turns of age. Even when she asked me to allow her to reciprocate the pleasure, I denied myself the indulgence of her touch. I knew that once she touched me, my restraints would break, and I would end up wanting more. I went to the bathroom because a cold shower was in order. I opened the water and stepped under it. My d**k