Lynette Reese

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His body tenses, an inhaled breath before he buries himself as deep as he possibly can, coating my insides with his seed. He makes a low sound deep in his chest while saying my name. I can feel him pulsing inside my core. He has so much that it’s dripping out between my legs. I think even his toes are curling along with mine.
The Wildflower Series
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