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POWERFUL HANDS
I opened for access; he began to buck, he packed my mouth; with a nasty fuck. He held my head; in powerful hands, correcting the angle; for each thrust to land. He jammed hard wood; straight down my throat, his cock stood drenched; with a slavering coat. Ten long inches; of rigid steel, he plunged like a stallion; to my lips did seal. Skin as coal; all hurling fuck meat, upon my tonsils; lust took a seat.
Published 17th Mar 2014
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