Jill

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His hard tip presses between my legs, teasing me until I start bucking back onto it, trying to take it inside me. Riv swears in Swedish as he gives in and pushes into me slowly. I feel myself opening up for him, blooming like a flower. He slicks his thick shaft inside of me, inch by inch, and my mouth falls open at the intense feeling of fullness.
Three Swedish Mountain Men
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