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Eleven: Stroke Your Cock For MešŸ”ž

Author: B.E Belle
last update publish date: 2025-12-29 07:09:34

Dmitry

She giggles softly, popping the lollipop out of her mouth. ā€œOkay, show me you're serious to tame this kitten, kittentamer.ā€

I don't hesitate, I open my cash app and input her camgirl tag sending 25k without any hesitation.

Me: sent a quarter of your pay.

Me: you can go ahead to check it, but once you see it spread your legs wide enough for me to see the pretty pussy I'm paying for.

I down the glass of whiskey as I watch her closely, probably checking if I actually sent her the money be
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