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... against my groin, wet slaps echoing loud.
Her insides squeezed me metrically and intentionally—clenching hard on the upstroke and releasing just enough to slam down again.
It was a torturous ecstasy; her walls massaging, gripping, and pulling me deeper, like a pleasure-pain black hole. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling between her breasts, her silver hair disheveled and wild from the engagement.
I was long since done. I was nearly just a husk now. She even stopped to c ...
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