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She rammed his wet asshole with her strap-on and he moaned. She could feel the muscles of his backside ripple beneath her hands. It was like his whole body was clenching and unclenching around her relentless rhythm, reducing him into a shuddering sheath of flesh for her amusement and pleasure...

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Anonymous

“NOW will you leave the cucumbers alone???”