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Still Theirs

Auteur: Spicy Candy
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-17 03:02:35

Rhea

“Yes,” I said.

Brandon kissed me again first, slow and deep, tongue sliding against mine in lazy strokes while his fingers kept circling my clit slowly, coaxing fresh heat to bloom low in my belly. My hips rolled toward his hand without permission, chasing the gentle pressure. He was sometimes like this, making sure my body was ready before he asked anything more of it.

He stood up and in seconds he was out of his joggers.

He stepped between my thighs and lined himself up. The fat head of
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