Leandra Parsons

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I kiss her until we’re both breathless yet unable to come up for air, consumed by each other and this pulsing need between us that never seems satiated, no matter how much we fuck. “Fuck, you kill me,” I growl, kissing her again and nipping her bottom lip. “When will I get enough of you? When will I stop craving you like this?” “Never,” she
Obsession
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