Leandra Parsons

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His hand collared my throat in a light hold as he slowly thrust in and out. “Blyad, I knew your mouth would feel good,” he groaned, his head rolling back. My stomach tightened, my pussy tingling at his rough, masculine groans. It turned me on so much hearing men groan.
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