Ashlee Friend

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“Who” thrust “are” thrust “you?” thrust My eyes squeeze shut, my fingers breaking his skin as I bite my lip to stay quiet. When he pauses, I shudder out a breath. “Your cumslut.” He chuckles. “Yeah, you are.” “Please come in me.” I beg,
C*mslut (Hired)
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