theresa goodwin

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She props herself up on one elbow, and I smirk at her. Narrowing her eyes on me, she grabs the back of my head with her other hand and shoves my face back between her legs.  “Your tongue. My clit,” she orders.  “Yes, ma’am,” I say, but it comes out muffled as she continues to push me into her heated flesh. 
Burdens We Carry (One Night, #3)
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