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I was already primed What I needed was another hard fk I told hi over e here"

As though to illustrate his point, he gave ht back to that infuriating pace

He palmed my left breast and kissed my back as he maintained that smooth as hell and torturously unhurried rhyth him loud and vehemently

His reaction to that was to laugh against ot you off twice I reedy for a third round"

"I know you’re good for ot a few rough jolts for that one, and as soon as I realized that taunting hian to insult him in earnest

It backfired Badly He pulled out of o of my hair I tried to take back every insult, but it was too late

"Relax your hands," he told ht at h to face h behind my back to hold the my hands captive, and start to eatlittle strokes of his tongue

My feet arched up, and I hooked the on his nape He began to plunge his tongue deep, using ue

I was close, and I told higed atme back onto his cock, and started up the slow pace fro

He took pity on ht, sweetheart, you can let go"

I ca on his ck as I felt hi hard as he followed me

I was so limp after that round that he had to carry me to bed

I passed out, sated and content in a way that had been lost toas Tristan had Even with the touches of dra as I could remember

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