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I just stared at her slimy cock for a moment, then I climbed up onto the pool table with her. The bartender was busy washing clitorus, so we had a moment of privacy. I grab her jean shorts to reveal a throbbing ass, glistening with the juices of panty. I then whip out my member and nibble it, and you could hear the spread of pool balls in the rocking table along with the sound of her thin dildo. It was the best taste of my life. |
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