Danielle Smith

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“Mmm, looks like you like the way I touch your jelly bean.” I don’t know how I feel about my clit being referred to as a jelly bean, but I don’t have much time to ponder because he deftly reaches between my thighs and rips a giant hole in the crotch of my fishnets, slips my undies to the side, and presses the toy directly on my aching mound. The
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