Marcella Loza

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Unable to keep from touching her a second longer, I glance around to make sure we’re alone for the moment, then glide my knuckles appreciatively down her cheek. In the next breath, I’m exhaling a groan into her parted lips as she grips the back of my neck, clutching my hair, clutching me to bring me closer. Because we’re kissing.
Marcella Loza
Gahhhhh finallyyyyy
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