"You're doing great, Clara. You're so hot," he told her. "But I'd like to c*m in your sweet little p***y before I lock you up good." She gushed at his words and moaned her approval. "Clothes off, on the bed," he directed her firmly as he withdrew from her.
He disrobed, tossed his clothing off to the side and helped her with her clothes before playfully tossing her on the bed. Clara eagerly spread her legs to reveal a glistening p***y, nestled into a neatly trimmed bush of red hair. His finger went in for a dip test and she sighed contentedly as he slipped it easily inside. A finger was a far cry from a c**k, but the fullness still felt wonderful and she clenched around him.
"Beautiful," he commented. "So wonderfully wet for me."
"Are you really going to lock me up?" she asked.
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