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Sex pill and the nanny #4

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“Mmm-GAASP!” The sound was different this time...a deep, full-throated gasp of a moan, recognizing the imminent pleasure.

The re-entrance was spectacular. It felt like coming home, a warm, wet suction that stole my breath. I was back.

And I picked up the pace immediately.

This wasn't fucking; this was a seizure. I was a man possessed, a machine of pure, chemical lust, intent on pouring out every ounce of frustration and sperm into her tight, beautiful core.

Slam! Thwack!

The sound of her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs was deafening, filling the sterile air of the basement. The washing machine provided a vibrating, metallic echo to the violence of our coupling.

My left hand, still fisted in her hair, held her captive, pulling on the roots until I heard her cry out, not in pain, but in exquisite, overwhelming pleasure. My right hand was a brutal anchor on her hip, crushing her pelvis forward to ensure maximum depth.

“UUNNNGH! AAAH!” she wailed, her voice thick and needy. “Faster!
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