Leandra Parsons

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My dick strains at the promise of all the things I can do to her. Will do to her. “Crawl to me,” I command. She glances up at me, her chest rising and falling with her inhale of breath, but then she bites her bottom lip, and I know she’s going to do everything I say.
Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)
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