Leandra Parsons

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at his long, hard cock, and my tongue darts out to swipe across my bottom lip. That hunger only grows with every second that goes by. My mouth waters at the sight. The desire to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth washes over me, but before I can, he’s sealing his lips against mine again.
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