F*cked Hardcore By The Delivery Man 3

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I lay there on my back, legs still spread wide, chest heaving, p***y throbbing and leaking a steady stream of his c*m mixed with my own slick. My tank top was twisted up around my neck now, t**s bare and flushed, n*****s sore from all the pinching and rubbing. Every muscle in my body felt loose and shaky, like I had been f****d apart and put back together wrong. He stood over me for a second, c**k still half-hard and glistening, uniform shirt untucked, pants around his thighs. His chest rose and fell fast, eyes dark and predatory as he looked down at the mess between my legs. c*m dripped from my swollen lips, pooling on the cushion, running down toward my ass crack. My c**t was so puffy it hurt to look at, but every heartbeat sent a fresh pulse of need through it. "You still want mor

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