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…he thrust two fingers into my pussy while a finger of his other hand rested on my butthole; I dared not move lest it slip inside.
Read more: …he thrust two fingers into my pussy while a finger of his other hand rested on my butthole; I dared not move lest it slip inside.From Opportunity by Emily Rooks
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With agonizing slowness, he drew his cock back then pressed in again, allowing his large member to stretch me with intense pleasure.
Read more: With agonizing slowness, he drew his cock back then pressed in again, allowing his large member to stretch me with intense pleasure.From Opportunity by Emily Rooks
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In the bathroom, I washed off his cum, but, feeling a little wild and wondering, I was able to get in one lick of it from my lips.
Read more: In the bathroom, I washed off his cum, but, feeling a little wild and wondering, I was able to get in one lick of it from my lips.From Pearl Necklace by Emily Rooks
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The whole world seems to shrink. There is no one in it but Johnathan and me, and the center of that world are his hands upon my breasts.
Read more: The whole world seems to shrink. There is no one in it but Johnathan and me, and the center of that world are his hands upon my breasts.From Role Play by Emily Rooks
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I stiffened then bucked and arched up as letting go a low groan. A tiny spot of beautiful, white light – warm, beautiful, welcoming – enveloped me.
Read more: I stiffened then bucked and arched up as letting go a low groan. A tiny spot of beautiful, white light – warm, beautiful, welcoming – enveloped me.From Star Pupil by Emily Rooks
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With each thrust, his biceps tightened and loosened, and his expression was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain, as our bodies, oiled in sweat, slid against one another.
Read more: With each thrust, his biceps tightened and loosened, and his expression was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain, as our bodies, oiled in sweat, slid against one another.From Star Pupil by Emily Rooks
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His grunts grow louder, as do my moans, creating a symphony of sounds as our skin, lathered in one another’s sweat, slap against one another.
Read more: His grunts grow louder, as do my moans, creating a symphony of sounds as our skin, lathered in one another’s sweat, slap against one another.From Bit of Pink by Emily Rooks


