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Her triggering point

"Aron's point of view,"

"Sorry, I slapped you. Aron, please let me go." Her tears, glistening in the red-hued room light, resemble a red diamond amidst the white snow.

Her resistance to my physical contact only intensified my desire to feel her all over. Her wedding dress still blocked my view of her stunning milky white thighs, no matter how much I tried to open her legs by tying a leg spreader between them.

I was trying to put her at ease by gently touching her, but she smacked me across the face, which hurt my man's pride. Sara's resistance only served to heighten my attraction to her body; I've never met a woman who didn't enjoy my touch.

Junior Finge was quite excited to explore her pussy's depths. However, I intended to make her plead with me to let me inside of her.

Once again, I lay down on her to feel her pulpy lips. I have no idea what it is about her lips that makes me want to keep kissing her.

It wasn't even our kiss; I was the only one who placed her lips in my mouth
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