Christie Blink

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“Please, Enzo,” I cry, gritting my teeth as his middle finger rubs my clit firmer. “Keep going,” he encourages, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’m a s-slut for your cock,” I force out, just as a shark pops up from behind him, its teeth on full display as they clamp around the cage and thrash.
Does It Hurt?
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