His Perfect Woman

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Mireille moaned on Dante's c**k, the salty, musky taste of his precum getting onto her tongue. Dante continued pushing his c**k into her mouth until her mouth was completely filled his c**k but her little mouth had only been able to take half of his length. "Oh s**t! This would do, though" Dante moaned and f****d into her mouth, one quick thrust. Mireille moaned as his c**k hit the end of her mouth. "Yeah. You are a bit eased up now" Dante growled and before Mireille could know what else was happening, Dante was thrusting his c**k into her mouth, treating her hot, little mouth like it was her p***y. He threw his head back in pleasure as he ravished the pleasure of his c**k being in her mouth. Dante looked back down at her. Mireille's eyes were closed but he did not want that. He

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