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Cover picture from Pinterest. Model isn't affiliated with story We were the same height. Five feet eleven inches. He took my bejeweled-with-flea-market-gold-hand and kissed it, making my panties wet and my nipples hard. "I'm Melvin. From the Bronx." I'm Melvin from the Bronx, I mocked happily. His nicely long nipples poked against his wife beater. My mouth watered. Damn! "I'm...I'm...Melissa. From Florida City." His eyes sparkled. "You're a Down South gal." He cupped my hand. I smiled sheepishly. "Yep." 💋💋💋 Melissa Jackson has done the unthinkable as a church girl, living out loud as she battles a terminal illness. After a secret orgy donning a golden mask, she meets a guy on a flight to New York that has a hidden agenda all his own.
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