‘Mister throws his arms around me and squeezes my soapy breasts before his firm hands slip-slide down to hug my waist tight. My juicy cunt squeezes his hard-on like a fist, pumping him while he pumps in me. He thrusts and I shove, he thrusts, I shove, thrust, shove, until I slide to the floor, my tits soaked in suds.’
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