Simran Nagpal

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Now that she’s said my name while I’m eating her pussy, I have no choice but to unzip my pants and beat off. I stroke in time with each drag of my tongue, jerking faster while I bat her clit with light flicks, slower when I’m savoring her with long tastes, all the way from her puckered asshole to the bundle of nerves that makes her whine and beg for me to keep going. The world’s most expensive wine, the earth’s rarest delicacies, could not compare to the taste of Meadow’s cunt. She’s intoxicating. Sweet. Juicy. Smooth. I’m ready to lay down my kingdom at her feet even before I twist a finger ...more
The Mobster's Masseuse
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