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Heat Check Cont'd
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2026-04-05 07:00:00She pulled back, spit stringing between her lips and the head of his cock.
“Don’t hold back,” she purred. “Use my mouth. Show me what you’ve got.”
His eyes lit up with hunger.
“You asked for it.”
He gripped her hair tight, wrapped it into a makeshift ponytail, and thrust forward—burying himself deep in her throat.
She choked, gagged—and moaned.
He pulled back, then slammed in again. Again. Hi
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