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The couple's plaything 8

Author: F. Ammy
last update publish date: 2025-09-09 07:41:08

Raymond’s breath grew ragged, and his thrusts became more frantic. He yanked her hair, forcing her to look up at him with teary, glassy eyes as his dick drove into her throat again and again.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded through clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare look away when I cum.”

Her hands dug into his thighs as her throat spasmed around him. That was when he lost control.

“Fuck! Take it,” he growled, holding her head in place as he exploded, hot spurts of cum flooding her throat. She gagged,
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