Simran Nagpal

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I surged forward, the table screeching back, and I heard the whiskey bottle crashing onto the floor. But I didn’t care. Julianna yelped when my arm curled around her waist, pulling her up. Her hands slammed into my chest in surprise, her wet fingers splaying over my pecs. Smearing my bare skin with her sweet fucking juices. I dumped Julianna on the bed and she bounced with a gasp. She swallowed hard and looked at me with those grey eyes I loathed so much. Her hands came up and she covered her chest, as if to hide her nakedness from me. So vulnerable, I could easily break her. Her whole body ...more
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