Becca Sabala

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“Come lower. Ride my face.” He licks my outer lips, nibbles their fat, swollen folds, and swipes his tongue along the inner lips that peek out. “I’m going to smother you.” I squirm. “You hate me, remember?” he says. “Do your best.”
Nicky the Driver (Underboss Insurrection, #2)
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