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STORY 15 - CUMMING FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND AND HIS SON (IV)
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2026-02-27 01:30:35I look between them. Father and son. Both hard again. Both wanting more.
"Yes."
James lies back on the dirt floor.
I straddle him, sink down onto his cock with a moan that I barely muffle. He’s deep – so deep – and my pussy is already swollen, sensitive, overflowing with his first load.
Michael moves behind me.
I expect him to position at my ass. Instead, I feel his cock nudge against my pussy – alongside James.
“Same hol
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