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Deepest Fill

作者: Luxe writes
last update 公開日: 2026-05-18 23:23:39

I had always been careful. Pills, condoms, the responsible routine. But with Derek, something primal had awakened in me. For months we’d danced around it—him pulling out at the last second while I secretly craved the opposite.

Tonight I was done holding back.

We’d barely made it through the front door of his apartment before I pushed him against the wall and kissed him like I was starving. “No condom tonight,” I whispered against his mouth. “I want you to cum inside me. I need it.”

Derek’s eye
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    DevinaI've been on the road for the past thirty minutes and trust me when I say driving after being cramped up in a flight for almost six hours is not so nice. I left New York this morning after being persuaded by my Nana to take some rest. You’d wonder what I need rest from, well I’ll tell you e

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