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“What do you want? My fingers?” Her hips buck against me, and my dick twitches at the friction. “My mouth?” I continue, trailing my lips down the side of her throat. She tips her neck back, giving me better access, and I press a hot kiss right over her pulse point. “Or my dick?” I grind into her again, rubbing up against her. 
Three Swedish Mountain Men
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