Elia Fletcher

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“Fuck. I knew it. Perfect.” The greedy swipes of his tongue and the vibration of his voice against my sex was a brilliant combination. His expression was dangerous when he lifted his eyes to watch as he slid a finger inside me. “So glad you’re agreeable to what I’m about to do to you.”
Elia Fletcher
I’m gonna pass out
Christmas in Spite of You
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