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“Yes Boss?” Micah scrambled to his feet, brushing off the dirt on his jeans and adjusting his hat, blinking rapidly to scare off the sleep that had threatened to creep up on him. He felt like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t be, and he hated it.
“In here.” Dutch looked stern, still fully dressed despite the late hour. Micah followed him into his tent, his insides doing a funny little leap as he found the tent to be empty aside from themselves.OR
Kinky filthy smut. I'm sorry.
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