Chapter 9 Lia

Marcy Lee 1.8k words

“My chakras,” I repeat, leaning back to look her over. Fuck. Now that she’s inside, I can see those black, see-through tights end just below the hem of her T-shirt. If she bent forward, those sweet curves of her buns would be right there for the taking—and oh, I plan...

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