Practice Makes Perfect

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“Yes,” she moaned as he pounded relentlessly into her, her orgasm overtaking any rational thought as he hit the exact spot he was aiming for deep in her abdomen while yanking her feet outwards and upwards. “Oh God,” she screamed as he fell atop her, mashing their hips together tightly and his pelvis rubbing against her clit while she spasmed around his now jerking c**k. He was coming inside her. Hot, thick come and she knew he was not nearly finished with her despite the way his legs had straightened, and his body slowly stopped moving. His lips connected with hers as his hand brushed hair off her sweaty cheeks and forehead. “Sarre,” she whispered winding her arms around his middle, annoyed she was clutching his shirt, yet pleased to find it dampened with sweat. “You feel even better th

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