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THE WEDDING THAT CHOSE THE FATHER II

Author: Tamara Love
last update publish date: 2026-05-30 12:41:43

PART TWO

Roman’s mouth was ravenous. He sealed his lips fully around Elodie’s dripping pussy and sucked hard, drawing her swollen folds and creamy arousal into his hot mouth with a filthy, wet sound. His tongue flattened and dragged up her slit in one long, possessive stroke, tasting every drop of her wedding-day cum.

“Fuuuck, Mr. Ashford…” Elodie moaned, her gloved hands flying to his silver-streaked hair, gripping tight as she ground her cunt against his face.

He growled against her sensitive
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