Danielle

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Both my finger and cock fall into the same steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long before her inner muscles contract around my hard length, squeezing the very life out of me. That’s when I lose it, following her over the edge and into the abyss. The way she screams out my name only intensifies my pleasure. Stars dance behind my eyelids, and it’s entirely possible the tip of my cock just blew off.
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