Leandra Parsons

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look up. He’s glaring down at me, fire in his eyes. Hunger. I circle my clit. He groans, pulling out. Then thrusts in harder, deeper. I gag around him. That earns me a moan. "That was halfway, trouble. Good job."
Ignite (Beneath the Blaze #2)
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