Haley

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Lorenzo brings his lips to my ear. “And if I press right here …” Going deeper, he curls the tip of his middle finger against a spot inside me that has never been touched before. It makes me want to howl like a prairie dog. Instead I shout his name as an orgasm more intense than anything I’ve experienced in my entire life barrels through me with the force of a neutron bomb. “Oh, there she is.” My body quakes with aftershocks. “W-what did you just do?” I whimper. “I found your G-spot is all, sunshine,”
Lorenzo (Chicago Ruthless, #3)
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