Hannah Cunningham

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“Want you to sit on my face, sweetheart,” he says. My stomach drops. I clamp my thighs shut and push up on my elbows. “What?” He shakes his head once. “Been thinking about it. I want you to put that pretty cunt on my face, suffocate me. I see you riding your hips and thighs up on me, so do it with my head in between them.”
Deacon (The Sovereign Mountain, #3)
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