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RIDING THE HANDYMAN’S DICK IX

Author: Omah Browne
last update publish date: 2026-10-12 21:45:55

He was a blur of motion above me, a hard, powerful machine of flesh and lust, each brutal thrust a claim, a brand. My body was his instrument, and he was playing it with a violent, expert hand. The wet slap of our bodies, the creak of the cheap bed frame, the raw, guttural sounds tearing from our throats it was a symphony of sin, and I was its unwilling, willing conductor.

"You're mine now, Amelia," he snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated through my entire being. "All mine. An
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