Simran Nagpal

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My fingers deftly unsnap the leotard covering her, slowly sliding it open, revealing the sweetest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen. Motherfucker. I plant my lips against her thigh and groan, the sound vibrating through us both. I knew she’d be perfect. Pink and glistening, the hood of her clit peeking out, completely bare aside from the smallest little strip of hair above. When I look up at her, brow arched, a cocky smirk curving my lips, her cheeks are flaming.
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