Leandra Parsons

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Licking the crown and down the shaft. Tasting my full length before swallowing me whole. “Fuck,” I groan as I hit the back of her throat. Flexing my hips, I push in deeper. And like the good girl she is, she takes me, all of me, every single inch. “So good.” As if my words fill her, she moves up and down on my length. Each pass down her throat has my balls lighting and tightening. I throw back my head.
Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)
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