Leandra Parsons

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Vince smacked the outside of my thigh. “Lift,” he commanded. I pressed weight into my heels on the floor, just enough for my ass to rise off the bench. Vince shoved my dress up to my rib cage, wetting his lips at the sight of my thong before he hooked his thumbs in the band of it. “Let me see you,” he
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