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Bingo!

Oh it was dark. Oh it was oh so wet. From the angle and the poofectly formed ass and elevations I knew. I knew. But this was no time to call out heedlessly. After all I had been here before. But it felt so perfect. The way I was sliding. No. Gliding in and out of the wettest, tightest, most perfect twat terra splitest ever. When she fell forward and off my cock and purred as only she could the elongated syllable Pooooohfect did I know I had landed.

Bingo!

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