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ANTONIO
I couldn’t decide what I wanted to see more, Daphne’s a*s plugged up and pretty, or her sweet little hole staring back at me, bare-n***d. I decided on the latter because my plans to plug her up in the future were plenty.
What I needed right anow was some pure, unadulterated Daphne.
“Leave your skirt on,” I demanded, even if it did make me a sick f**k.
The twisted fantasy consumed me since the first hard-on she ever gave me.
I was going to eat out little Daphne’s teenage p***y. Waiting an entire day, after yesterday, to savor her again was as tough as making my way without it for years.
Why?
Now I knew how f*****g delicious she was. Her taste was addictive.
She was splayed out on the mattress, her dark chocolate hair tossed across the pillow. “What are you going to do w
