I’m ripping her shirt over her head and she’s popping the button on my jeans. The sound of fabric tearing fills the air and clothes are flying overhead as our pulsing need shakes the walls of this room. Hovering over her, I grab hold of her ankle, kissing a trail along the string of crystals and beads before locking her thigh around my back. Karli’s other leg falls open, giving me the access I need. As my fingers roll through her soaked slit, my mouth finds her throat, her collarbone, her perfectly pebbled nipples. Her tiny palm finds my cock, and together, we guide it to her entrance. “God,
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