Leandra Parsons

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I watch his emotions raging across his face. In an instant, I’m pressed against the side of his car, and his hand grips the side of my jaw. I see the struggle, the war waging in his eyes.  “Fuck it,” he growls as his lips capture mine and—oh fuck. I wrap my arms around his neck as both his hands grip my thighs, hoisting me up to wrap around his waist. I moan against his mouth as his tongue slips between my lips. He presses me harder against his car, causing me to let out a grunt. His kiss is fast and hungry, and I allow him to consume me. Pulling him tighter to me, I roll my hips, causing him ...more
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