Leandra Parsons

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He doesn’t need me to ask, descending his hot mouth on me. He tips my hips back, delving his tongue deep into my core, and I scream out a moan.  He chuckles and bites my thigh. “I’ve pictured this countless times, but nothing I thought of had anything on the reality.”
A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)
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