Simran Nagpal

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Hell. Fucking. Yes. She rips off my belt, unbuckling me until I kick off my jeans. My eyes roll back at the feel of her hands rubbing my junk through my boxers. A second later, she pulls them off, and I throw my head back, eyes closed, anticipating the feel of her mouth on me.
Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)
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