Tracy
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His tongue kept lapping at my c**t, sending waves up my skin.
Slowly he dipped a finger into my p***y, and I gasped.
His face still buried in my cunt, he stared up at me, eyes lingering on my face before a smile broke out on his face.
It was almost like he enjoyed unraveling me. He enjoyed watching me shiver and turn red because of him.
Like one wasn’t enough, he added another finger, plunging in and out of my hole.
My toes twitched with each thrust. My breath grew heavier—laboured.
Then he parted his fingers inside me, scissoring, like he was trying to stretch me wide for his c**k that would soon be entering me.
My stomach tightened, and my hips jerked on the chair.
He tilted his finger, palm facing up, before he began making a com inside me. His finger brushed m
