Julie Lauwers

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I look down as I unzip his pants, and just as I’m about to slide him into me, I look back up at his face. He’s not Jake anymore, but Luca, or at least what I imagine he might look like. I try to change the image in my head, but it’s too late. My clit begins to pulsate and I release my breath, riding my climax all the way to the top and back down slowly.
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