Leandra Parsons

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manage enough control that I don’t come down her throat, and instead pull back just enough to come on her tongue. The orgasm rolls through my entire body, giving me a high I’ve never felt before and that feels like it goes on forever. And when she swallows every drop and pulls her mouth off me with a proud smile, I’m a fucking goner. She’s still smiling as I pull her to her feet and press a hard kiss to her lips. She doesn’t fight me when I spin her around and back her against the door this time. “You seem pleased with yourself,” I murmur against her mouth. “Maybe a little,” she admits.
1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)
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