Who’s fucking you, Ginger?”
She knew what he wanted to hear. Throwing her head back, she reveled in every word. “My man. My man is fucking me.

Author: Tessa Bailey

Who’s fucking you, Ginger?” <br />She knew what he wanted to hear. Throwing her head back, she reveled in every word. “My man. My man is fucking me. - Tessa Bailey



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