Tamara
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“My name is Ezrec,” he said, “that’s if you want to call me when I’m f*****g you.”
I wanted to tell him f**k you, I didn’t need it. But he definitely could read my mind and tell what I really thought.
He dragged his c**k up, brushing past my slit.
My body jerked, as the current jolted through me.
He didn’t stop. He kept rubbing the tip of his erection around my folds, coating it with my wetness.
A soft moan slipped out of my lips, as faint pleasure waves engulfed me.
Then he placed his c**k back at my entrance and he pushed his waist forward. His d**k pierced through me, stretching my insides.
Deeper and deeper, his c**k sank inside until our pelvises met.
My breath hitched as I felt his c**k stretch me completely. I felt full. It was almost like his c**k had reache
