Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. “Contessa.God, Contessa.”

She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back and undulated. She was a contessa.A princess.No,a queen.

Autor: Christie Ridgway

Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. “Contessa.God, Contessa.”<br /><br />She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back and undulated. She was a contessa.A princess.No,a queen. - Christie Ridgway

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