Anissa Summers

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“You can’t manipulate me, Whitney.” I brush my nose against hers and a sigh leaves her lips. “Once I start, I don’t plan to stop so no we aren’t fucking in a parking garage where we could potentially get caught by anyone. Now get in the car.” “But…” she whines and I smack her ass as I open the door for her. “Get in.”
What Was Meant to Be
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