Leandra Parsons

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“Touch yourself, baby,” I said, guiding her hand to her clit. She started circling slowly, her eyes still rapt where they watched as I slicked the head of my cock with the mixture of her release and mine. I made sure she and I were both slick before I pressed, opening her just half an inch. “Oh,” she cried, circling faster. I paused there, letting her play with herself and adjust to the feeling. I had
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