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In her mouth. Those baby blues staring up at me.
‘Jesus... ’ My mind is filled with a montage of fuckery.
My hand in her hair.
Tits spilling from the confines of her pink bra.
‘That’s.. .’
It.
All thoughts are cut off, the wiring of my very horny brain short-circuiting as my hot, milky load shoots all over my stomach and hand.
