Leandra Parsons

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I lean forward, reveling in the fact her breath hitches the second my tongue connects with her shoulder. I lick slowly before pulling away and shaking some salt. As I sit back, my cock twitches. Picking up the lime slice, I place it in front of her mouth. Her pillowy lips open, and she bites down on the skin. “Atta girl,” I wink.
Intense (Beneath Blaze #3)
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