Sweetest Nightmare
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I never thought I would find someone as sweet as her. Her touch, Her lips, Her tongue- Oh My God her tongue. The way she caressed my body is like no other. But than something in her snapped, Its like she was Robyn one day and than the next Something took over her. And the funny thing is I can't keep my self away from her. She's turned into my...
Sweetest Nightmare.
Okay so I guess this is Ight or whatever but Issa Bey x Rih book so yeah. 😂
Give me a break with the cover I tried lmao😂😂
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