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... idge and the occasional hallway noise—someone laughing, someone yelling about laundry. Tasha’s head rested on his chest, her breath slow and steady.
Her skirt was still tangled around her waist. She was half-straddling, half-lying on him, his cock still buried in her pussy, dripping with a mixture of his cum and her juices.
He stared at the ceiling, eyes wide open.
His body felt heavy, in a good way. Like every nerve had been lit up and was now cooling down. He had done i ...
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