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... n only the first few inches of him—the fat, flushed crown stretching her entrance wide, her puffy lips clinging lovingly around his girth, inner walls fluttering in soft, welcoming pulses.
She gasped at the angle—deeper than before, yet carefully controlled—and he stilled, letting her adjust to the thick heat nestled inside her.
Then he began to move.
Not thrusting.
A slow, sensual roll of his hips—circular, grinding, like a languid waltz. He rota ...
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