Tits. I felt tits. Nice, plump, and natural. Without opening my eyes, I brought a nipple into my mouth, suckling on it idly. “Want some coffee with your milk?” Knight wondered aloud. My hand descended its way along the chick’s stomach, down to her holy grail. She was wet and hot, arching her back, her thighs quivering with need. I began to rub her swollen clit, prepping her. My cock yawned its way into a semi, just as another body pressed against me from behind. Jackpot. “Taking your coffee with milk is like going down on a woman with a condom on your tongue. The Italians would exile you for
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