Ella Louise

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“Please.” Scarlett gripped my wrist and tried to guide my hand down between her legs. “Asher, please.” A sob rent the air when I resisted. “Patience, darling,” I soothed. My lips grazed the shell of her ear. “Let me play with you first.”
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