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"I want to punch every guy who looks at you for s, lips curving "Because I want more of your sweet, wet little bush"

"Callan!"

"What? Won’t you givethat"

He grabs ht little pussy"

"Don’t"

"Your perfect, pink pussy"

"Callan!" I kiss him to shut him up

"Say it, co fun with it If you want

"God, you make me hot"

"I’m not done," I assure him I really want to taunt hi to lose it," he warns

"Dick Oh yes, I love it"

"You saying naughty things makes me insane"

We’re so hot for each other e arrive at his place Callan brings out the red scarf I’d worn as a hair band and I treins to brush over my skin and my nipples He wraps my bandana around my eyes

I can’t see him--but this intensifies every touch to the ainst the wall I thrust my butt out as he opens his mouth on the freckles on the back ofit overhis s wider apart "Make room for me"

I flattenmy mouth as he drives in

He’s in roan and start slowly dying

He ja my clit as he takes up a rhythruff voice sends pricks of pleasure running throughOf Callan’s own deep breaths

"It feels"

I trail off, no words for it

Nobody, nobody, knoork and play better than Callan

At Car, it’s all playtime