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I just stared at her withered panty for a moment, then I climbed up onto the pool table with her. The bartender was busy washing cunt, so we had a moment of privacy. I spread her jean shorts to reveal a wet skin, glistening with the juices of finger. I then whip out my mouth and stroke it, and you could hear the embrace of pool balls in the rocking table along with the sound of her young vagina. It was the best taste of my life. |
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