Leandra Parsons

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let out a hum of affirmation and kiss her again, sinking my tongue into her mouth so I can taste that pleasure. When she moans and fists her hands in my shirt again, I slow the pace by pulling back enough to press kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “Well, now it’s my turn.”
1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)
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