Leandra Parsons

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Someone calls my name, and I groan, knowing I’m pushing my luck. Fuck it. I slam back in, picking up my pace, fucking her brutally against the shelf. She mewls. “Cass,” I growl. “Quiet.” I pull her closer until there’s no end and no beginning to where our bodies meet.
Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)
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