Lauren Dun

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I wanted to ask him if he liked how my new tits felt and tell him the way he gripped me was so fucking perfect. Instead, I summed it all up in one word. “Fuck,” I gasped. “Yeah.” He was short of breath, and his voice went low and rough. “We should do that.”
The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)
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