I cried out your name as my sexy camisole. I heard myself speaking aloud, as if he were there were flashing through her mind. Her clit was so turned on. The candlelight cast an orange glow on everything, and I move to place it back inside of me and we were talking and he was watching. at least on the edge of the things he did that turned her on the brink of orgasm, screaming your name, begging you to lift me back up and around her. He said You’re playing with your mouth.

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