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“May I lift your skirt?” He asked, and she nodded. “Use your words. Let me hear you say yes.” “Yes,” she rushed out in a breathy manner.
“Eyes open and on me. I need you to take this dick down your throat ’til your voice is raspy.”
The second he slid inside of her, she lost her breath. Breathing was a requirement to live, and she’d never felt closer to death than right now.
Sovanna’s belly tightened simultaneously with her walls. Zahir had only been inside of her one night, multiple times, and her pussy was behaving as if it’d lost its best friend.
