Libby Smith

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“I need your consent,” I whispered in her ear, hardly able to breathe as I dragged my dick along her wet slit. “Yes,” she whispered back. “I said yes.” Her arms wrapped around me and I plunged into her gloriously tight pussy.
Libby Smith
Am I happy that an author is trying to establish consent yes However she is too drunk to drive she cannot consent Also he's going to be her boss she cannot consent
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