Leandra Parsons

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Every time I’d turn my head to suck air into my lungs, he’d grab my jaw and force my lips back to his, like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands gripped me tight enough to leave bruises and I moaned, swivelling my hips, grinding my pussy against his stomach. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)
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