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... —weight settling heavy, thighs clamping tight around me like a vice, dress riding up to expose pale skin, black lace panties already soaked dark at the crotch, the wet fabric clinging obscenely to swollen lips.
Patricia climbed beside us, fingers finally managing the zipper to open it completely—teeth rasping down in a slow, filthy drag. She tugged my pants and boxers lower over my hips in one impatient yank.
My cock still stood proud—heavy, thick, already painfully rigid and flu ...
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