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Clint grunted, his head throwing back, face twisting in that familiar look of rapture. I winced, loving how even that made my pussy hotter. I was such a whore. He was always ogling me. Drink down all your brother’s cum. I frowned, reaching the carpeted stairs, moving up them. Watching you. My eyes widened. She threw it open, the sign bouncing against painted wood. Not quite the sound of two people having sex, but similar. He filled me up. Vicky had a hold of her daughter’s short, black hair, bobbing the nineteen-year-old slut’s mouth on Clint’s dick. I rubbed my clit a few more times, my fingers still buried in my asshole. “It’s not what it looks like!”
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“I…” Shame burned through me. I whimpered, my pussy clenching in envy of my asshole, aching to be full. It radiated through me, making me squirm and dance on his dick. They felt so nice in there. I bet you do this every day, driving him wild.
