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bering the
rapturous symphony of our orgasms.
At that moment, amid the glow of his warm length slithering through my
mouth and the memory of the wondrous fucking, I was in love with Drew.
Now, he groaned, his tempo increasing as he breathed, "Oh god, Ellen, I
want you!" I murmured, "I'm yours. I'm a whore! However you want me!" I
rolled, kneeling away from him. His hands grasped my hips as he entered my
quivering pussy from the rear. I wanted to feel degraded. Instead, I felt
just fucking wonderful!
This time, there was no pain as he slid....
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