♡mars♡

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Until a loud knock on the door makes Josh spill the bag of coke he’s pouring on the redhead’s tits.  “Josh, I swear to God—” “Relax, baby girl,” he yells. “We’re just talking.” Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he murmurs, “These taste good…but they’re about to taste even better.” 
♡mars♡
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