Desiree

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“We doing this again?” I asked into her tits before taking one into my mouth. “Pretty sure the ‘yes’ was implied when I let you put your hands on me,” she sassed. “It’s never implied. Yes or no.” “Yes—okay? Just fuck me already,” she retorted. “Watch your mouth, princess. I’m just getting started.”
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