Nicole Singleton

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“Let me fuck you,” I groan, fisting my hand in her hair as I try half-heartedly to pull her off me. Even as I continue to fuck her mouth. I half-expect her to keep sucking, but instead, her lips pop off my cock. She looks up at me and whispers, “Come on me.” Fuck. She’s never asked for that.
The Waiter at Table 6 (Just Tonight, #2)
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