Deshea Surratt

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Lennon’s head lolls to the side, and she hisses as she clenches around me, milking my dick as she orgasms.  It triggers my own release, summoning a low groan from me as my balls draw tight.  As if sensing I’m about to pull out, she peers over her shoulder. “Inside me.” Fuck. 
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