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I pull her off my cock and I come. Embarrassment flushes my face and chest as I hold her above my dick, spilling my pleasure onto my lap. “Jesus Christ, Frisky! Is that . . . peppermint?” Her eyes narrow for a moment. “That’s what was on my sheet that morning! You dirty fucking snowman,” she
Frisky the Snowman
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