Leandra Parsons

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slide a finger into her, and she moans at the intrusion, rolling her head back on a pant. Curling downward, I hit the spot inside her that I know will make her come undone. Her hips push back, begging for more. I don’t give it to her. Not yet. I continue to stroke and tease her G-spot, wondering how far I can push her. Will she come all over my hand if I allow it? Without a doubt.
Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)
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