Leandra Parsons

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He takes his time dragging my dress higher until it’s above my waist.  Squeezing my bare ass, he drops his forehead to mine, a low rumble in his throat. “You’re not wearing panties.”  He pinches my ass before dipping between my folds from behind, his thick fingers filling my entrance.  “I knew you’d be soaked for me,” he groans. 
A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)
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