Hannah Cunningham

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“Good. Come on my fingers. Then I’ll make you come while you ride my cock.” Her eyes go wide now, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Here?” I lean in closer, trailing kisses up the side of her neck, my tongue darting out to taste her sweet skin. When I reach her ear, I return the favor and bite down on the lobe. “Yeah. And then at home. In my bed. In my shower. Bent over the balcony with a view of the lake. God, I’ve dreamed of this ass.”
Hannah Cunningham
A FUCKING MANNNN
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