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THANKSGIVING CRAVINGS 6

Penulis: Author Mia
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-18 23:09:40

Jane’s POV

My hands were gripping the edge of the kitchen island so tightly my knuckles had turned white. Kevin was behind me, his thick cock buried deep inside my pussy, stretching me with every slow, deliberate thrust. The popcorn machine was still popping loudly beside us, the steady crackling sound the only thing covering the wet noises of him sliding in and out of me. I was bent over, skirt bunched around my waist, sweater pushed up, bra yanked down so my heavy breasts hung free and swayed
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