Check Out This Redhead’s Bound Feet In Duct Tape

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Three more and you tie a record for one night. We laid upon that disheveled bed snuggled in our afterglow. *”Your cock feels wonderful inside me, I can’t wait to feel it getting hard again.”
“Fuck that was intense.”
*”It still is.”
“Thanks for this.”
*”My pleasure, and thank you, I know this wasn’t even a thought to you before. Pressure. I was two.”
*”How old were you when yours died.”
“Fifteen…” Her forehead nestled into my nape and she went quiet. *”Fucker.” and again, this time with no warning, her body tensed as she pushed in me. Pushing more of it out of me with an acknowledging noise. “There’s not many I thought about, really. She leaned back on the counter, pushed herself up and wrapped her legs around me. Heat, oh the fucking heat, filling soothing, infuriating heat, drawing the fucks and carnal grunts from in me. I miss something?”
“Calling you dummass.”
“Ha, don’t worry about that, I’ve been called worse, a lot worse, that’s, pet name tame.”
She smiled, “I guess

Check Out This Redhead’s Bound Feet In Duct Tape