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The Penaholic
My hands moved gently, back and forth.
When I kiss my way down her thighs, would she hold my head in place, rotating her large hips as I feasted?
And, oh, the taste of her. She always tasted like the nectar of life. I never tired of drinking from her fountain, and she was always generous with it. Just a little lick and a little teasing, and she would give freely.
My hands moved faster, holding the base with a tight grip and pumping faster. In my kind, all I could see was Zara ,mouth opened halfway as I rocked into her with just enough force to have her breasts jiggle .
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