Soft Moans For My Mafia-Billionaire Captor
Sophia’s moans cracked open, no longer whispers, just ragged little gasps she tried to choke down.
Her cunt clamped down viciously with every thrust, milking my heavy cock,
A sharp, broken cry tore from her throat before she covered her mouth to shut it, she was already gushing clear liquid around my cock, soaking my shaft, dripping down my balls, splashing against my abdomen,
She was fucking squirting and doing it very hard, drenching us both.
“Shit—Soph—” I hissed, panic spiking through the lust.
My slacks were already dark at the front, her skirt was mess, One more thrust and we’d both look like we’d walked through a car wash.
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