a little wetness before breakfast

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Rex I watched the door shut. The sounds of River and Rain faded down the hallway. I didn't care about breakfast. I didn't care about their noise. All I cared about was the warmth of this beautiful woman curled against me. Debbie shifted. She pressed her back deeper into my chest, arching the soft cheeks of her ass and rubbing it against my already hard self. I felt my jaw tighten. My blood was already beginning to boil. "Debbie..." I murmured. My voice was low, vibrating against her skin. I didn't wait. I reached under the black comforter. My hand found her breast, and I squeezed. She let out a small, sharp moan that went straight to my gut. “Yes, daddy, show me the tool," she breathed. She pushed her backside against me harder, brushing against the tip of my hardness. I let my han

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