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Betty.
“Oh God, yeah, Fuck me harder!” I sobbed.
It's Sunday morning, and I should keep the sabbath day holy, but the bed frame is creaking. I'm being bent over my ass shooting in the air while Ethan thrusts into me from behind.
“Slowly honey!” I pleaded, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain as I t...
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