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His weight pressed on me hard making it hard for me to breathe . I smiled at him and rubbed his hair with one hand. ”
“Please don’t,” impulsively covering my breasts with my arms . . “Idiot
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He felt her cum land on his face, his neck, his chest, his stomach and his softening cock, each pulse aimed by her to coat him in as much of her cum as she could, his own comparably diminutive load lost under the searing quantity of her own. She would prepare his baths, clean the house, cook his meals and sit with him, allowed to choose what to watch on TV as he worked on his laptop and despite him buying her a much more modest and professional uniform, she seldom used it Nichole became still, frigid almost. My fingers still friggin her clit, stroking in and out of her pussy
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His weight pressed on me hard making it hard for me to breathe . I smiled at him and rubbed his hair with one hand. ”
“Please don’t,” impulsively covering my breasts with my arms . . “Idiot
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