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GIACO

let my fingers gently move across th

in every other world that could exist. This pretty

and I doubted if she ever wanted to conceal that. She

cture. 8:31pm. A knock came on the door of the study at

opened with a beep. Few seconds later, Trish

loc bag on the table. I narrowed my eyes at

uestion I always asked whe

ring it today." T

ld it up staring at the blue hairband in it. When I raised

you sti

the site." Those words piqued my interest

word left my th

wo hundred thousand and I immediately referred her to

k into my chair, pu

sk Matthias to tr

spread her lips before sh

for the mouse and opened up the site. Different profiles of different me

to chat with, she would find

d out the hairband. I lifted it to my nostril

a scent I badly wanted to breathe in from her bo

y cock start to harden. What would her moa

ing

while she quivered and shook with

, her hairband in between my teeth while I fre

d as I rolled it down my cock, very slow

. No matter how many fucking times I did this, i

e on the screens in front of me. When was she going to send the message? Was

ock, the soft material of it embracing my cock warmly. Her hands wo

my hands now working a bit faster, rolling th

and make her truly mine. To be deep inside of her while I tell her

ard cock. I moved my thumb across the head of my cock, swip

other hand worked furiously on my cock now. My eyes were now int

groaned, leaking more precum down

cock, the hairband situated right bef

I have always done... F

ever satisfy me as m

d she had no idea. She had no clue about the pow

more. Fucking more just like I need

very bit o

hut my eyes, letting the image of her build in my

f hers I had laid my hands on. Every single thing abo

.." I grunted, my jaws cle

st

cke

this cute hairband with my cum just lik

o cum for yo

ep came and I forced my shut ey

eaches sent the

hold it in

ng out a deep moan as my cum shot over my

ain shutting pleasure. Getting a message fro

y hand. My cock was still hard, the band

gaze to th

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ut let my lips cu

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