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... soft flesh just above her ass, guiding her, deepening the rotation until she sobbed, her pussy spasming, gushing a fresh flood of scalding slick that coated my cock, dripped from my balls, soaked the sheets in a puddle of ruin, the scent of her mother-juice overwhelming—sweet, salty, sinful, clinging to my skin like a brand.
Her hair fell forward, a curtain brushing my chest, tickling my skin, clinging with sweat, the scent of her scent—mixing with the musk of her arousa ...
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