Leandra Parsons

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“Angle your hips, baby.” Shifting in the seat, I tilt them upward to give him more access, and he inches the thick barrel inside me. His chest rumbles with a deep chuckle. “You trust me enough to fuck you with a gun, beautiful? What’s to stop me from pulling the trigger right now?”
Obsession
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