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“Fuck!” Bianca exclaimed. Her pussy, already tighter than any grip or vice and softer than the finest cotton, clamped around Alisa’s girth. It relaxed, then clenched again. The walls rippled around her, rolling like waves. They pushed and pulled, rather, they tugged on her length like a cum-hungry whore. Entire floods of juices poured across her groin, pooling beneath her and splattering across her torso and thighs. She even felt drops on her toes.

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