Desiree

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“You’re staring.” “You want me to be staring.” “Says who?” “Says the way you keep licking your lips.” He does it again. Slower this time and so fucking deliberate. I groan as my dick decides it’s well and truly ready to take over. “What are you going to do?” he taunts. “Lick your lips again and you’ll find out.” At first, nothing. Then the tip of his pink tongue darts out. Fucking Brandon.
Desiree
Shit, I can feel the sexual tension through the screen 🥵🥵
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