Leandra Parsons

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knew she’d give me a response that would blow my mind, but nothing could've prepared me for the sight of Isabella biting her bottom lip as she arches her back and spreads her legs wide. One hand cups her breast, her fingers pinching the hard bud, while the other slides down her stomach and settles right over her pretty pink pussy. Her self-satisfied smile growing, she starts to rub in circles. "Fuck," I breathe, hypnotized by those little circles. "Let me see, princess."
1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)
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