Cristina Isabel

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His hands slide down to spread my legs open more before shifting to my ass to urge me up to my knees and closer to his mouth. “Oh.” My hands find his horns, grasping for stability. “Sit on my face, goddess.” The colors in his eyes swirl like a firestorm. “And hold on tight.”
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