I Sold Out a Mafia Boss
I can feel you everywhere.
I cum again, shuddering from pleasure. I can feel it, the gush, the squirt. I can feel it, the mess, the wetness. I can feel it, the heat, the pleasure. I can feel it, the love, the desire. I can feel it, the need, the want. I can feel you.
I pull my fingers out. I bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting myself, tasting you. I want more. I want you. I want us. I want this. I want everything.
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