Leandra Parsons

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Our tongues tangle and our breaths dance between our lips every time we come up for air before colliding again, like waves touching the beach in a back and forth coming together. Robbie braids his fingers in my hair and angles my head to kiss me deeper. He tastes me with a fevered need that curls my toes in my shoes.
Obsession
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