Leandra Parsons

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kissed her without hurry, my cock pressed against the inside of her thigh. Like I’d done before, I reached between us and began to fuck her with my finger until she was close again. Keeping my eyes on her beautiful face, I added a second finger. It was a much tighter fit. She held her breath, trying to get used to the stretch. I slid my fingers in and out slowly, drunk on the feel of
Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)
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