Leandra Parsons

47%
Flag icon
“Not yet,” I rasp. I wet my finger again, and when it’s dripping and he’s started rubbing his own dick, peeking his eyes open to find out why I stopped the party, I pull his cheeks apart. I trace around his hole, just teasing, making an effort to jostle his balls around.
Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview