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“Oh, sis, your cunt is the best,” he complimented me, increasing the pace of his thrusts; I held on to him for dear life and a moan even escaped.

“Sorry,” I managed to mutter.

“Nothing to be sorry for. It only means I’m doing a good job, Kitten,” he plunged into me very deep, and then I covered my mount on time or else a loud moan would have escaped.

We soon ended up on the floor. This time