Cristina Isabel

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“Just like that,” I whisper, bringing my hand up to cradle her jaw until her lust-drunk eyes swim at me. I suck on her bottom lip, bite it, wishing she could taste what I taste, smell what I smell, see how she’s so close to finally letting go. “Fucking beautiful. You’re almost there.”
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