I want you to f*ck me hard

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Chloe I straddled him, skin to skin, my dress bunched around my waist. I felt relaxed under his touch. I flinched slightly as his hard length pressed insistently against me. One arm tightened around my waist, holding me close, while the other slid up beneath my dress. My breath hitched, and I moaned as his fingers found my breast and tugged it free, my n****e was exposed before him. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over my skin for just a second as his mouth closed around my n****e. "Ah—Alexander..." I gasped, my fingers tangling into his hair as I clutched at him, grinding my hips against the length. His mouth worked magic, sucking, licking, biting just enough to make me cry out in pleasure. I arched my back, offering more of myself to him, overwhelmed by how good it felt. My moa

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