SEXCAPADES OF A STRIPPER (CHAPTER 1)

“God…you're so fucking tight,” the man groaned, head falling back against the pillows.

Rylee smirked, riding him like a woman on a mission. Her hips slapped against him with practiced rhythm, dark curls clinging to her flushed cheeks. She arched, eyes fluttering shut, hands planted on his chest ...

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