Allison Carr

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“Taste like fucking heaven, did you know that?” he said his jaw tight, his muscles flexing under his warm skin. “Please, please,” I whimpered, lifting my hips. He looked down at my pussy and then to my moving hips. “Needy little thing, aren’t you, Harmony?”
Sing for Me (The Langston Brothers Duet, #2)
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