Leandra Parsons

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kissed her breathless, stealing her words and doubts with my mouth. Then, I did the exact same thing with my cock when I shoved her skirt above her hips, slipped a condom on, and sank inside her slowly. I felt drunk on her, and I didn’t have it in me to move us to the couch, or even the desk. I needed her immediately. I needed her against the door.
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