Leandra Parsons

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“Umm. Hi to you, too.” She giggles, allowing me to drag her off. “No time for hello,” I say as I find the door to the storage closet and fling it open. The moment we’re inside, I slam the door shut, and we are bathed in darkness.  “Take your pants off,” I command. I can barely see her, but I can hear her intake of breath. “What?” “You heard me. Pants. Off. Now. I need to fuck you in my jersey.”
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