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Trad closed his eyes as he felt Claire's fingers run down his spine. She eased herself down onto his thick, hard cowboy c**k, slowly filling herself with his manhood. Soon, she was steadily riding him, her head tilted back as he playfully bit her neck and earlobe. She smelled like honey and tasted like the ocean, and his musky, manly odor of confidence and sweat drove her wild.
Claire began to scratch her lover's back more forcefully, leaving claw marks up and down his muscular frame. Flipping her up and over, Trad now was on top of his lover and eased himself into her warmth. She was soaking wet and her juices ran down his shaft, covering his balls which slapped her ass in a steady, rhythmic motion. He felt her stretching as his massive c**k f****d her frantically.
"You feel so f***
