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God it was so easy. So perfect.
Taking my Dove quick and dirty.
I turned on the wand, the vibration humming against my palm as I pressed it into her hand. She held it to her c**t while I roughly pumped in and out of her as fast as I could. Her body trembled, a live wire of need, about to shatter beneath me.
The way her p***y convulsed around my c**k was an addiction I could never quit. Each pulse, each desperate clench, seized and dragged at me like it wanted to keep me buried inside forever.
She was a f*****g dream.
She didn’t cry out or moan like usual. She was deathly quiet, trembling on the edge, but gushing wet, her slickness coating me with every thrust. She was always wet for me. Always.
Her body locked up so hard I could see the strain in her jaw, teeth clenched again
