Imani Chestnut

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All I could feel were rock-hard muscles beneath my palm, all flexed as he roughly pulled my ass against his front again, rubbing against me with a soft groan. One of his hands moved around and cupped me over my shorts. I let out a squeal at that, but he just pressed against me, using that as a means of continuing the act while also rubbing on me. At his strong touch, I felt my thighs close around his hand, like my legs were acting out of their own free will. The sluts.
Imani Chestnut
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