Looking slutty at the bar — I took her home
Strutting bold at the bar — she led me to her place, where her dreadlocks framed a face that screamed desire. We kissed in the car, her lips hungry, her hands gripping my cock🌭. She called me her dicksucker, French whispers and sweat, a night of passion that left us both breathless.
Strutting bold at the bar — she led me to her place, where her dreadlocks framed a face that screamed desire. We kissed in the car, her lips hungry, her hands gripping my cock🌭. She called me her dicksucker, French whispers and sweat, a night of passion that left us both breathless.
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