ASK ME FOR IT LIKE YOU’RE MY BRIDE

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ISABELLA “Ahhh!” I moaned, leaning back and gripping the sink again, my ass right on that dangerous edge, while that starving beast licked from my asshole up to my c**t, catching every bit of my wetness. Over and over, messing with my head, his fingers spreading my hot entrance, teasing it, tempting it, driving me crazy. “Kaden... in... ashhh, in, baby...” I pushed at his head a little. His mouth on my c**t had me melting. I looked down and saw him half-open his eyes over my mound, like he was drunk on it. “Ask me for it like you’re my bride.” Such a weird request... and I still wanted to play that dangerous role. “f**k me with your tongue... real good... shhh, please... my love...” The words came out of my chest without me thinking, but the second they were out, I went rigid... I t

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