Lydia N Driver

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“Look at me,” he orders. I turn my head, meeting his greeny-browny-golden eyes. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.” That’s it for me. My balls throb, and then I’m coming in my fist, orgasm wrapping tight around me and curling my toes over painfully.
Not Catching Love (Accidental Love, #5)
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