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Power Out, Pussy In 2

Penulis: Layo
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The power never came back that night.

By 3 a.m. the apartment had turned into a furnace and we were a wreck: sweat, cum, and pussy juice everywhere. Caleb had passed out on the couch, chest rising slow, that big dick finally soft against his thigh, still glistening with both of us. I let him sleep for one hour. Just one. Then I woke him with my mouth on his balls just to watch his eyes roll back when he realized this wasn’t a dream.

He came down my throat before the sun even considered rising.

Morning arrived gray and sticky, light leaking through the blinds like it was ashamed of itself. I stood in his kitchen wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts, unbuttoned, hanging open so my tits and pussy stayed on full display. I made coffee on his gas stove like I already owned the place—because for those two days, I did.

Caleb stumbled in, hair wrecked, wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy swing of his half-hard cock. He stopped dead in the doorway and s
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