Leandra Parsons

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“Sunday,” I gasp as I feel her kiss me between my pecs. God, this feels too good. I pull her face up to stare into mine. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and fucking hell; I want her. I watch as she grabs my hand and slips it under her cami. Oh my God. I slide up her tight, smooth stomach, and she lets out a shaky breath but doesn’t lose eye contact with me.
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