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Pretty soon, I’ve gotas she tries to fuck h my pants, so I carry her to the couch, strip her from the waist down, and lean down for a feast

Midway through, I trail a fingertip along her slit, and Siren moans

“How’s this pussy feeling?” I murmur

“So needy…”

I stroke my thumb over her clit, and Finley arches off the couch

“What do you want?” My words are rumbled

“You”

I roll a condom over myself, rub my tip between her lips

“Oh heavens…”

I grin as I press against her slick heat

“Oh yes…”

“You want it?”

“Please!”

I sotta tell ive it to you”

“Your sex” Her eyes peek open as she lifts her hips, so she’s rubbing against me “Fill me with your sex, please, Sailor”