Wickedly Twisted
The poor girl really must've turned it off.
At least she knows what to expect tonight.
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Rita
"Oh, fuck," I gasp as I come for the third time, his mouth between my legs, his tongue licking me in fast circles like a freaking demon. I'm naked, sweating, gripping the sheets. "Oh my god, Scar."
He laughs as he comes up and kisses me. I taste him on his tongue, that filthy man. He holds me against him, already spent, his orgasm down my throat. "That's my good wife," he whispers.
Bab Populer