Ryan’s face stayed pressed deep between Lila’s marked, spit-covered tits. His breathing was heavy. His lips were swollen. Still he made no move to pull away.
“I can’t…” he muttered against the soft skin. “I fucking can’t stop yet.”

Ryan’s face stayed pressed deep between Lila’s marked, spit-covered tits. His breathing was heavy. His lips were swollen. Still he made no move to pull away.
“I can’t…” he muttered against the soft skin. “I fucking can’t stop yet.”

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