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52. No Saints in This Bed
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2025-04-05 22:00:45“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Adrian asked in between the work out session.
Amelia’s head was pushed backwards as she moaned under his sweet torture. “Jesus! It feels like heaven.”
Adrian smirked. Her boobs were jumping with his every thrust. He pinched her nipples.
“Oops….” Amelia cried out in pleasure.
Adrian moved closer to her body and took one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking it mercilessly while kneading the other one like dough. His free hand was caressing her hair. Ameila’s hand stopped at his hair, taking them in her grip and pulling him more into her.
Her moans weren’t h
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