Leandra Parsons

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balls draw up tight, slapping against her ass cheeks. Her tongue slides over my digits in a seductive dance as she sucks. Savannah is going to be the death of me. “Harder, Robbie,” she pleads when I slip my fingers from her mouth and grab her by the throat. My name on her lips sounds fucking divine and cuts as deep as a knife to the heart.
Obsession
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