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He briefly ran his hands over her lace knickers, the dark lace matching her bra. She rushed home, opening the door and taking a moment to look in the hallway mirror, to appreciate the collar
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. She felt the weight of him atop her chest, him kneeling on her lungs restricting her airflow.Solo
. Her thighs start shivering and her mantra stops. I held onto Smith’s hips as tight as I could while my cock started slipping in and out of her ass even faster
