Leandra Parsons

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“Please,” I beg. “Please what?” he challenges, and he smirks when my body quivers beneath him. “Please fuck me.” He shakes his head, lifting one eyebrow. “You never answered my question.” “Yes.” My voice cracks. “Yes, I love watching you fuck me.” I lift my hips until more of him is inside me. “More.”
Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)
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