Mattisyn Bartley

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“Darlin’… I’m going to need you to take that shirt off,” I ordered, but it came out as more of a plea as I studied the rise and fall of her chest. “Haven’t seen your tits yet and when I’m lickin’ on this pussy, I want to be able to see and grab ’em.”
Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy: A Spicy Christmas Novella
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