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Fuck We Can't Always Run From

Author: Superb writes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-30 15:04:29

Megan's pussy envelops my cock, moist and snug, her hips sliding slow and mindful on me in the chair.

The reflection of her body glass walls reflecting show how pretty great she's riding. Her tits jiggling loose from her bra, her red hair cascading down her shoulders.

I reach for her fine ass, finding the hard muscle, pulling on her as she rides, her moans ringing out, raw and unashamed. My dick throbs inside her, each stroke of her cunt sending shivers down my body and every moment felt like I could cum, even though I held back, making sure it's all the way we want it to be. This moment, this last one.

Her very needy brown eyes caught mine, and at this moment I knew she had completely let go of our past, and all she wants is what we're doing, and what's to come next.

She pulls in closer, kissing me very hard with her lips puffy and tender, I gave in completely and her tongue curled around mine.

I kiss her, relishing her, the salt of her flesh, the light sweetness of her cunt still on
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