Elia Fletcher

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I was yanked with no finesse and landed awkwardly on his lap, but before I could complain, he kissed me hard, passionately, and with so much of himself that all I could do was submit. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine.
Elia Fletcher
Eyes are watering 🥹 I’m at work!
Christmas in Spite of You
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