Leandra Parsons

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Her nails leave scratch marks behind as she sinks her fingers into my hair. “On second thought, screw that and screw him. I need you. I want you to fuck me, Robbie.” I don’t need to be told twice. In a swift motion, I grab her ass and pick her up, then kick the severed hand out of the way and lower her back down.
Obsession
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