Leandra Parsons

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“More, Conan,” I beg. He answers with the addition of his fingers, fucking me deep. It doesn’t take long for my climax to build, the pressure unbearable. When he curls his fingers just right, my hips buck, but he holds me still. “C-Con, I’m close.”
Ignite (Beneath the Blaze #2)
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