Leandra Parsons

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between our lips again, his tongue meeting mine. His movements aren’t slow, and it shocks me that despite my inexperience, I can follow his pace with ease. When he squeezes my ass, a whimper escapes the back of my throat. He meets it with a grunt of his own, sending the most delicious thrill down my spine. “Travis…” My voice slips in between kisses. “I need⁠—”
The Lair
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