Leandra Parsons

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He kisses my shaft and then rolls off me, lying on his back in the grass. With his dick jutting up and his cheeks flushed and his lips all swollen red, he looks like the patron saint of secret fucks. He looks young as he peers up at me with dazed eyes. I’m grinning as I crawl atop him, cupping his face. “Hey, angel.” I
Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)
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