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... ng in a seat, opening my groins slightly. 𝗳𝗿𝐞ℯ𝙬𝗲𝗯n𝗼νel.𝒄𝑜𝘮
She was kneeling on the floor, burying her face in my crotch.
The tongue that had under rigorous circumstances become nothing but a tool for pleasuring others, was greatly stimulating not only my physical pleasure, but also a sadistic one, or possibly a lust for conquest.
“Yeah, it’s good, Charlotte … oh, she doesn’t exist anymore. What was your name now …?”
Which reminds me, I didn’t know the gir ...
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