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... again. Like an animal hunting fresh meat. For him, it was DP—sweet, endless points. His hand fisted her messy hair. Yanked her across the dirt. Knees scraped raw. She clawed at his wrist. Nails broke on his skin.
"Stop—please—I can’t—" Adelina thrashed. Legs kicked wild. Tried to roll free. Her tits dragged in the mud. Nipples caked with filth.
"You can." He flipped her onto her back. Pinned her thighs wide with his knees. Her pussy gaped open—swollen lips red from the first roun ...
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