Femme Magic
Added 2024-05-30 20:28:39 +0000 UTCAnd she said “don’t be scared, I can take it,” and taunted me to give her more. She was dripping wet. Soaking. There was lube nearby but using it would have been a joke. My fingers glistened with her slick wetness when I pulled them out. “I want it all,” she begged, her body showed me she was ready. I slipped my hand inside of her and she sang like a bird. “I want all of you,” she gasped, wrapping her fingers around my curly hair. And she had it, as much of me as she could take, and still she wanted more. Her cum dripped down my wrist and her pussy throbbed and gripped my hand.
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