Caitlin Johnson

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“I love you, Haidyn.” My lips find hers, and I push the thought of anyone but my wife out of my mind as I grab my cock and slide into her soaked cunt. Her nails dig into my back as her cries fill our room. I’m rougher than I should be, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. No. Instead, she begs me for more, and I’m more than willing to make her my dirty little whore.
Madness (L.O.R.D.S., #6)
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