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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave The more time I spend with you lot, the more I wonder if you forget to shift your brains from stone,

The more time I spend with you lot, the more I wonder if you forget to shift your brains from stone,” she added with a grin.tGavin laughed. “Not our brains. Our cocks maybe.

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