Pandora clutched the thick blanket as Kingston pulled her hips up slightly. She lay on her stomach with half her face buried in the pillows. She felt Kingston occasionally squeeze her buttocks, then his fingers would trace the contours of her pussy until Pandora grew even more restless—torn between desire and pleasure, then swept away by a wave of relief. Pandora’s body was completely spent, even the air escaping her lips to grasp the lingering tremors that bound her.She jolted. Suddenly, the man gathered both arms that no longer clutched the thick blanket. Pulling Pandora up, she felt the thrusts that never changed. So electrifying.For a moment, the man withdrew. Leaving Pandora’s body feeling empty, though she didn’t refuse when asked to trace the edge of the bed.Kingston wanted a new variation. When the man stood before her, sitting firmly like a reigning king. Pandora’s hands were immediately guided to grip the large, veiny manhood, which was still so incredibly t
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