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.I’ll climb on top, knees planted wide, and sink down inch by torturous inch
until you’re buried so deep I forget how to breathe. My hips roll like a slow
tide—teasing, grinding, then slamming—until your hands bruise my ass just
trying to keep up.
I’ll arch back, tits bouncing, sweat slicking my skin, and
growl your name like it’s a prayer. “Harder,” I hiss—then bite your earlobe
till you yelp. My pussy clenches around you, milking every thrust, every groan,
every desperate snap of your hips.
I’ll arch back, tits bouncing, sweat slicking my skin, and growl your name
like it’s a prayer. “Harder,” I hiss—then bite your earlobe till you yelp. My
pussy clenches around you, milking every thrust, every groan, every desperate
snap of your hips.
I’ll ride you raw—fast, filthy, no mercy—until you’re shaking, begging,
spilling inside me like you’ve been holding it since the second I walked in.
And when I finally come—back bowed, thighs trembling—I’ll scream your name so
loud the neighbors learn it by heart.
After I’ll collapse on you, lips brushing your ear, whispering, “Again. Right
now.”
donations for my time sre as follows : hr-250 hhr 200
• Phone:
+1 6026412407
• Location:
Wenatchee, WA
• Post ID:
649055
