Lauryn Fields

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Just as she prepares to sink down onto my cock, I stop her. “No need to rush, bella,” I tell her, and my lips involuntarily pull into a grin when she mewls in outrage. “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” she pants. “You’re supposed to be begging for my forgiveness.” “Can’t we beg together, baby?” I rasp darkly.
Does It Hurt?
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