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Okay, yes, I’ll admit, I’ve busted this set out in June But that’s not the point

I’e A hot Scrooge, but a Scrooge nonetheless

“You naughty elf,” he says, leaning down to nip at s I don’t knohen I kicked off my shoes Probably sometime around when he lifted me up

“I know you probably don’t—”

“Oh, no,” he interrupts “I’ until this , but he’s also still reh

I’m about to question him on it to be sure when he pulls me closer His erly unhooks my bra The movement’s so fast that I barely have time to breathe before he’s setkisses down my neck

My hips are alreadymotions as one of his hands reaches under my unhooked bra and pally a little callused, as if he uses the on a co honest I’smy breasts so that his mouth can dip lower and lower

“Ryan—”

But the words die onfor me to shut up and enjoy, and I decide, for once, to listen

He ss as hisaround it I’ve lost the ability for speech by the ti motion over my panties

“Howdown at my panties with a be himself “Don’t tell me”

Like I could I’ any words at present except Ryan, more, please Because he’s slipped his hand under er inside of me

“So wet, Maggie You’re going to destroy these naughty little panties of yours”

I moan at his words and his touch And he , while he fucks me with his hand

But it’s not enough I need him