
The air is thick with sweat, every thrust buried to the hilt. My tight ring milks his shaft with every inch of travel. We meet in the middle and each collision steals my breath.
“Fuck harder god, fuck, take me!”

The air is thick with sweat, every thrust buried to the hilt. My tight ring milks his shaft with every inch of travel. We meet in the middle and each collision steals my breath.
“Fuck harder god, fuck, take me!”
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