I clamp my muscles around the cock, triggering a fresh burst of heat that makes us both moan. “Is the ginger root too much?” he asks. “It’s alright,” I say through panting breaths. “I can take it.” “That’s my girl.” He rolls his hips, making his movements more fluid. I’m so slick and sensitive that the woodgrain bulging through his leather skin feels like a ribbed condom. I moan, my head lolling to the side, my muscles tensing in anticipation of that sweet release. The mannequin picks up speed, entering me to the hilt and pressing hard against my cervix. The wood inside me expands at the tip
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