On the edge, he rammed me again, sending me over. Screaming into his mouth, my convulsions tightening my pussy around his cock, it was all he needed. Hot cum exploded deep in my pussy, taking my breath away from the force of it, the slapping of flesh heard until every drop was milked from him. Spent and exhausted, we collapsed, sprawled together on the sand.
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Q. How are men like noodles
A. They're always in hot water, they lack taste, and they need dough