Danielle

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My hand comes to her throat and my fingers squeeze lightly as I crush her chest with mine, guiding her down on the chilly laminate. I drag my tongue up her neck and get a thrill at the base of my spine with the way she moans. The second her back touches the counter, I’m kissing my way down her body, making sure to lavish her shoulders, her breasts and her stomach with my attention. “Oh god…” she whimpers when my kisses continue going southbound.
Wild Thing (The Wild Westbrooks #5; The Brighton Family #1)
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