Leandra Parsons

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I need him inside me, on top of me, every-fucking-where. “Robbie, please.” Sucking my pulsing clit between his soft lips, he shoves two fingers inside me and curls them just right, his beard scratching my thighs deliciously. I see flashing stars and a strangled moan scratches my throat.
Obsession
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