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Chapter 60: Every Inch

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last update 公開日: 2026-05-18 15:32:07

Sarah

Sarah pulled at his hair, needing something to hold on to as Marcus continuously pushed into her so deep she felt like she might break. He slowed down, pulling himself out until only the head of his cock remained. It was like he knew she was on the brink of coming and he wanted to prolong the feeling of almost falling over the edge even longer.

In one easy motion, he took the hand that was playing with his hair and shoved it into the pillow above her head. He repeated the same thing with
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