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Black Bitch on Her Back

Black bitch on her back, she moans, as I penetrate deeper, my imagination stirred. It’s the grunt this time, and maybe the teeth that make me think of pearls. “Fuck me,” she says. That I do… Advertisements

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Daydreaming About a WebCam Model

She sits on the edge of my bed, dressed in garments and lace. She says her name is Stacey, but from the looks of it, she is simply my hooker. I stare from my own corner, my head tucked against … Continue reading

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