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STORY 42 - WET FOR THE POOL BOY (II)

Author: Dirty Diana
last update publish date: 2026-05-11 00:25:26

His mouth is eager, sloppy, hungry – not the refined technique of an older man but the enthusiastic desperation of a twenty-five-year-old who's been fantasizing about this pussy for three months. He licks me in broad, wet strokes – entrance to clit, over and over – groaning against me like he's tasting something he's been starving for.

"Oh god –" My hands find his hair – damp with sweat, curling. I grip and pull him closer and his tongue speeds up on my clit.

He pushes two fingers inside me. I'
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