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Chapter 147: Hiking Trail V

作者: Ellen Edgar
last update publish date: 2026-07-07 18:23:15

He picked up his rhythm — the same deep, devastating strokes, but now there was urgency in it. His hand increased the pressure on my clit, his rubbing becoming faster, more insistent. His cock drove deeper with each thrust.

The voices were getting louder. I could make out words. Someone complaining about the elevation. Someone laughing.

Maybe thirty yards away.

Caleb fucked me harder.

I buried my face in his neck and bit down on his shoulder to trap the moan that was building in my chest. He hi
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