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Winning thrust

last update publish date: 2026-04-09 21:46:03

Lena’s POV

I was still trembling from my orgasm, my pussy pulsing around nothing, when Mike took Ezekiel’s place between my spread legs. His cock nudged my sensitive entrance and slid inside my dripping heat in one eager thrust.

“Oh yes… both of you,” I moaned, reaching up to pull Mike down into a messy, desperate kiss. His tongue tangled with mine as he started fucking me with steady, deep strokes. The wet sounds of his hips slapping against my ass echoed through the dressing room.

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