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... urously slow, letting her swollen lips drag along every veined inch, milking the last thick strings of silver spit until they snapped and fell in heavy ropes onto her heaving chest.
She gasped—ragged, sobbing inhale—perfect, heavy tits rising and falling fast, nipples dark and painfully erect, spit-glazed and glistening under the fluorescent glare.
Her eyes were feral—pupils blown black. The torn dress dangled in pathetic black ribbons around her hips, doing nothing to < ...
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