Simran Nagpal

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Her nipples turn to little points inside her bra, but she doesn’t try to hide her body’s reaction. No, she pushes the waistband of her pants down and wiggles her hips until the garment falls. My cock grows another inch at the sight of her lush thighs and the pussy between. The lace of her panties gives me enough of a view to the flesh beneath that I know she’s bare and I’m already licking my lips, savoring what’s to come. Because if she tastes half as good as she looks, I just found my new favorite meal.
The Mobster's Masseuse
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