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Pull My Hair

Bend me over the arm of that chair
drive yourself into me roughly pull
my hair
Pound my soft wet flesh, I want
every inch
my juices run down your length, as
I begin to clinch
Dig your fingers in my hips
groaning you turn me around
on the bed
your hotness shooting in my
mouth, while I suck on your
swollen head
Written by wendyemma32
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