Louis
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My heart thudded in my chest, something energetic coursing through my veins. I have met women with big boobs and tiny voice—women that had begged me to f**k them. But none of them felt this exciting, this thrilling.
My c**k throbbed, more blood flowed to my tip, and it reddened.
I began thrusting my finger in and out of her p***y, eliciting strong moans from her. Her body twitched, her thighs parted even more, her night gown jumping up completely.
Now I could see her p***y clearly, her pink c**t, her pinkish hole. f**k it was a sight to behold.
I scissored my fingers inside her, and her back arched, her chest jutting out, her breast jostling on her chest.
My finger drifted to her n*****s, too bold for someone who could barely form sentences ago. I began rolling them, and
