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When her ass grazes my dick, I have to pull back.  “Fuck, Josie.” I rest my forehead against hers, panting harshly, and attempt to stabilize myself. “I genuinely might come like this.”  She shudders under my hold. “Don’t. I need you to come in my mouth.”  I don’t blink. My heart ceases, and my breathing stops. “What?”  “Put me down. I want to make you feel good, Daniel. You deserve it.” She untangles her legs, urging me to let her go, but I physically can’t.  “No, let me⁠—” “You’ve already made me feel good. It’s my turn. Let
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