Leandra Parsons

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He replaces his tongue with two fingers, slowly drawing them in and out of me before adding a third. It’s tight, and he can barely fit them, but the pressure is intoxicating.  My orgasm burst through me, sucking the breath from my lungs when his teeth graze my clit. I scream his name, chanting it until it makes little sense. 
A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)
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