Becca Sabala

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Strong hands roam up my legs and grab my ass, drawing me forward. Bright blue irises peek up at me. Eyes that hold my soul within their depths and singe me to the darkest parts of my soul. I’m frozen in the moment, lost in this man's beauty as he kneels before me.
Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)
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