Camryn Williams

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I kiss her like I’m starving, like her mouth is the only thing that can feed me. Her hands tangle in my hair, her hips rising to meet every thrust. I lose myself in the sound of her voice, in the heat of her skin, in the way she cries out when I hit just the right spot.
Wrong Number. Right Don (Sinful Mafia Daddies)
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