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Without making the conscious choice to do so, I pulled him from my mouth. Taking my hand from between my legs, I transferred the juices coating my fingers onto his dick. “Your freaky ass,” he chuckled as I swallowed his dick once again. The way he tasted, his salty glaze mixed with mine, had me moaning uncontrollably. We tasted so fucking good, but I wanted more.
Sinnamon & Golds
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