His warm tongue slides up and down my neck, while his hand grips the back of my head.I wet his fingers, he slides them lowerI let out a gasp, he's moving slowerIn they go, thrusting insidehe's hitting every spot just about rightit's warm in there, i know he feels it
Deep breaths and moans i let them out He goes in deeper, i'm about to shoutYes, yes please don't stop, I'm almost there and he's on topMy heart is beating as loud as a drumthe moment is here, i'm about to cum
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