“Did you remember when I fucked this pussy on the piano in this very building?” he kissed her shoulder, his fingers probing her wetness. After weeks of being fucked twice every day, then going without for a week, her pussy was weeping at the familiar touch of his hand, at the beloved heat of his body, and at the scene around her. “Yes,” she breathed, barely able to form the word.
— Jun 15, 2021 01:09PM
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