Danielle

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The pebbles hurt me but his mouth is giving me enough pleasure to suffer walking through shards of glass. He curses at my pussy and I feel his fuck in my chest, making my heart go haywire. Don’t even talk about the butterflies. They are everywhere. Even in my calf that dangles from his wide shoulder, making it buzz. I thought him licking up the juices of my core, circling my tight, untouched hole, would finish me off. I thought if he did that for like, five more seconds, I’d explode. My fingers would flex in his hair and I’d shout out my orgasm to the sky.
Bad Boy Blues (St. Mary’s Rebels, #0)
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