Leandra Parsons

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elicited from her on that bench, of her breasts spilling over that dress, of spreading her ass when I took her against that mirror. My cock twitched at the memory, and I cleared my throat, sitting up a bit on the couch. We were in my suite, the lights low, television quietly filling the background with sports highlights — including the nasty high-sticking that split my skin tonight.
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