“I want to bend you over on your bed, spread your legs, really spread them, make sure you’re dripping wet. I want your juices running down your thigh.” I panted against his cheek, imagining it, imagining me bent over for him. His hands on my clit was not enough. “I want you to hold your pussy open for me so I can ram my thick cock into your tight little cunt, give you every thick inch, pound into you until you’re screaming my name, make you understand what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.” Santa, that is all I want for Christmas. He was stroking me harder now. “Take me back to your
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Well good gold tlkbout whiplsh. Lso sometimes dude less is more
