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... over his lips, coating him in her taste. Every shift smeared him wetter, her juices clinging to his skin, thick and salty. His tongue worked deeper, slow at first, but her hips didn't allow him mercy—every roll made a mess of his chin.
Kumiko's lips were stretched tight around his cock, her breath hot against his base as she pushed him deeper down her throat. Her hand gripped him like a handle, steady, precise. Each motion was careful, practised devotion. Her breasts bounced gently as s ...
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