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AIDEN
The sight of her squirming on the raised platform in front of me, her generous, crimson a*s on display and p***y lips poking out to say “hello,” were my undoing. After ten hard wallops, which had her shrieking to the ceiling, I set the belt down, grabbed her wrists, and guided them behind her back so she clutched her ankles in a bow position. Perfect.
In this pose, I saw everything—I especially enjoyed the view of her lips folding open to accommodate my thickness—and it enhanced my pleasure when she said my name in a steady stream of wailing. I slid my palm down her body until I arrived at the slippery peak that displayed its desire by drenching itself in moisture. I circled the apex again and again, stopped to squeeze, circled again, then squeezed until her shivers drove me to
