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... denly starving.
She slid down my body with slow, reverent intent, the sheets whispering against her skin until her face hovered just above my hips. My cock (thick, heavy, veins pulsing like living marble) lay against my stomach, already leaking a single, glistening bead of precum at the tip.
She inhaled, a shaky, worshipful breath, and her voice came out trembling with maternal awe and raw, sinful hunger.
"Oh... my sweet, perfect boy... look what ...
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