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... through his slightly disheveled hair. The brief process of catching his breath was unusually alpha and masculine at the same time, his thighs, which must have taken a beating during his run, were still so excited that they threatened to rip open his form-fitting pants at any moment. What kind of land was this Bendyke estate where he grew up, and were all the men so feral? If he just kept his mouth shut, he would look like the embodiment of a black stallion running through the land.
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