Simran Nagpal

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the whiskey and sin of his voice exploded the flames. Her eyes closed. Stars burst behind her lids. Head tilting back as her spine curved, her hands gripping her breasts for purchase as her toes curled, her legs shook, and she came on a silent breath. His thumb and fingers didn’t stop, extracting everything her body was capable of giving, setting off a series of aftershocks that jerked her body until a whimper escaped her lips, her flesh oversensitive. Morana came down to earth, panting, recovering, opening her eyes slowly to see him watching her. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth ...more
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