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... ’re... tight."
Isolde didn’t answer with words. She answered with action.
She was kneeling on the Persian rug, looking like a devoted priestess at an unholy altar. Her silver hair cascaded down her back in a shimmering curtain as her head moved with a hypnotic, sinful rhythm.
Slurp. Schlock. Gulp.
The wet, sloppy sounds echoed in the quiet room, loud enough to make Amy’s knees weak.
Isolde’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper, her throat working visi ...
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