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…r palm — to steady herself, to guide his own subtly rolling, swaying thrusts into a focused rhythm. Her swollen clit traced the underside of his shaft with each stroke, a spark of searing light and heat, a desperately aching, wildfire frenzy that rose higher and higher with each tantalizingly light brush.
Celia McKinley
✍ Posy Churchgate
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sounds delicious torture!
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