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“Oh…fuck me harder, Jean-Pierre, harder...S'il te plaît,” I moaned softly as he was inside me, forcefully thrusting over the raucous sounds of cars honking in the busy intersection down in the street below. We were in his small Parisian apartment as I gave myself to him with wild abandon.
His defined pectoral muscles tightened and released in time to the pounding of his tight, narrow hips. The room smelled of roses and sweat as I clung to his muscular frame. Jean-Pierre’s breathing came faster now as I arched my pelvis up to meet his, pushing into the heat of his throbbing member. The sounds of his balls slapping heavy against my wet slit as I took him into my depths matched the intensity of our hunger for each other.
Soon we hit our c****x together, my toes curled. An intense warmth
