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Dara

haven't seen very often. Thong. the kind that's only thread. Roll up the sweatshirt to see a glistening chubbiness of boob and belly. On my knees and down come my underwear concealed beneath my jeans. I said I'm gonna get close to you. The little guy gets some reprieve and stretches out. Magnificent motherfucker. Spread her flabby thighs and pull aside the thong to feel her sweaty vagina. Fuck. Not a single follicle. I felt the sharp urge on my lips to give this fat bitch cunnilingus. But this was not the place for romance. I stab her with the soldier expecting squelching noises. None. Spring back and rebound. She was meaty. And warm. Spring back and resile. Spring back and regress. Set my rhythm, steady my motion. Warm. I bend over. On all fours now. And tongue
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