Simran Nagpal

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She gasped and then a shiver racked through her body. Julianna nodded, shyly. Releasing her wrist, my hand went to the back of her head. I did quick work of undoing her bun before my fingers tangled in her blonde hair, wrapping the length of it around my fist. Once and then twice, my knuckles digging into her scalp. I gripped her hard, pulling her head back and baring the length of her neck for me. She moaned softly and her eyes darkened with depraved need. Like me. Bringing my head to her neck, I inhaled her sweet scent. Strawberries.
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