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The Obedient Assistant Cont'd
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2026-04-03 07:00:00Then he pulled back just long enough to rasp:
“Ride it.”
“What?”
He slapped her ass. “Ride my fucking mouth.”
She obeyed.
Grinding, rocking and panting.
Her clit dragged over his tongue, her folds sliding against his lips, his tongue flicking and stabbing while she rode his face like a desperate, unhinged thing.
“Gonna—gonna come again—can’t—”
He reached up, one thum
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