Leandra Parsons

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Her hand pumps my shaft and her lips suction around the tip of my cock, and I realize that I’m completely powerless with her right now; powerless to the sight of her, kneeling before me, so eager to get my cock in her mouth that she goes too deep too fast and gags around my length. My head drops back against the door on another groan. I can't control my hand as it slides into her hair, not to hold her against me, just to stay connected to her as she takes me deep again. “You look so pretty like this,”
1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)
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