Her legs were over my shoulders, her moans echoing off the walls like church bells. She screamed “Don’t stop!” I didn’t. Not until my face was dripping and her nails carved my name into the sheets.
Her legs were over my shoulders, her moans echoing off the walls like church bells. She screamed “Don’t stop!” I didn’t. Not until my face was dripping and her nails carved my name into the sheets.

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