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Her grip tightens on my cock, and she knows exactly what she’s doing right now, teasing me the way she is. “I think you like prancing around here with nothing but my name and number on your back,” I continue, dropping my lips against hers, nipping at them roughly before moving my assault to her jaw.
Face Off (Seattle Serpents, #2)
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