Libby O

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Peeling her dress off and taking in her body. Then I’d run my mouth over every dip and curve until I got lower. My lips quirk. Kel had already taken care of her panties. Not that my princess is overly fond of those. Her sweet nectar would be readily available. I lick my lips, groaning, cock twitching. How easy it is to imagine taking her, the sounds she’d make, her face… What sort of expressions would she make?
Forged by Malice (Beasts of the Briar, #3)
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