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"I know, baby. I know. Now let it go. Come on. It's right there. I can feel it." He coached in a soft tone, but then his voice deepened. "Dill, cum."
"Sometimes people become so dependent on one thing, that it's extremely hard to give it up. Even if it's the one thing that's hurting them the most— they still find every excuse to hold on to it.
"Sweetheart— come here," He motioned for her to come closer, so she slid next to him. "I want to fuck you right here. Right now," He pointed around the open space. "Tell me I can." He whispered, pulling gently at the strap of her dress.
Her body jerked from the multiple streams of pleasure, but her toes curled when a jolt shot through her frame. "SHIT! sh— OH! YES!" Abel pulled out, which gave Neyla the opening to slide down between Dillion's legs to continue the fun. Pushing her face into Dillion's thick thighs, Neyla found herself feeling on top of the world. Just when she thought it couldn't get better, Abel somehow managed to slip behind her and eased in to her warmth.
"I can't hear you, baby. How is Daddy supposed to know that he's making you feel good, if you're not speaking?"
"Fuck, baby. You look soo damn good, when you suck my dick like that,"
"Shut the fuck up and take this dick." He wrapped a hand around her neck and smiled, watching her reflection in the mirror. "Yeah, just like that. That's my good fucking girl." Still looking at her love faces in the mirror, he tightened his grip and dug deeper into her. "Look at yourself," He coached, turning her head to see the mirror. "Look at you taking this dick. So fucking sexy." He encouraged, sucking on her neck.

