Alyssa GSell

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The feel of her. The smell of her. The taste of her. “Otto,” she whimpered as I somehow pulled her even closer, my dick rocking against her ass, seeking friction. “Need you,” I mumbled, half delirious. Okay, I had to be completely delirious since I was basically mauling her in front of everyone. “Then take me. It is your birthday, after all.”
Under an Endless Moon (Moonlit Ridge, #2)
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