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Sasha Ford
I stared out at the infamous South Beach, my futa-dick throbbing in my bikini bottoms. The stairs were wheeled up. It all passed in a blur by the end. I couldn’t make anyone new, but I had those I had already controlled. Mom’s warm mouth slid over my cock. I had to hear her wonderful voice. “I’m not a tyrant. My balls smacked into her flesh. I had grown so used to all the power I had. He was looking for me, not for some orgy on the beach. They still loved me? Chloe Quick’s panties had proven that on me. Better you than her Pilates instructor.”
“My yoga instructor,” purred Mrs. I slammed into her, fucking her hard. They were like a matching set. Get her nice and juicy for you.”
I paused to lean in and kiss Beata, the youthful beauty, on the lips.
