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THE FITTING ROOM TEMPTATION 2

Penulis: D.L.P
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-11 01:21:22

đŸ„”Extended FittingđŸ„”

Marcus didn’t let me leave the dressing room right away.

After our intense first round against the mirrors, he kept me pressed against the cool glass, his thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. His cum was already leaking down my thighs, mixing with my own juices as he gave one slow, filthy grind.

“Your husband is waiting outside,” he whispered hotly against my ear, biting the lobe. “And you’re still full of my cock. Does that turn you on,
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