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67. The Taste of His Study Session

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last update publish date: 2025-08-23 00:21:24
Ryan captured Elena’s mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he increased his pace. "That's it, ride me just like that," he commanded against her lips. "Show me how much you want it."

Elena moved down and kissed him, still moving and rubbing her pussy with her one hand, while her hand was around his neck. They were kissing each other hungrily.

Ryan broke the kiss and dived his face in between her neck, inhaling a deep breath, he kissed there. He sat straight and dipped his face in the
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