J.B. Sharp

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“First…first thing I thought about…” I take a deep breath, his cock so stiff, so powerful that he steals my breath. “Was…how you…fuck me.” “How do I fuck you?” he asks, his hand tightening around the back of my neck now. “Like you own me.” He grunts. “Because I fucking do.”
Till Summer Do Us Part
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