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GINGER

My chest was heaving, my gaze hypnotized by the sight of Lincoln cleaning the last remnants of rabbit stew from my chest. The strokes of the rag were slow and purposeful, tracing over my breasts almost tenderly as he worked. Molding and shaping to my injured bosom and soaking the front of...

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