Mattisyn Bartley

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I grip my cock at the base and push the head into her soft, hot mouth. Then, carefully, I let the whiskey flow down my stomach. It gathers in the ridge down the center of my abs, down over my groin, and follows the curve of my cock until it spills into her mouth. Her throat bobs as she drinks it down. I give her a little more. She swallows like a good slut. The excess spills from her lips and down the valley between her breasts.
Westin (The Sovereign Mountain, #2)
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