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Raw Desire
Her mouth was fiery as it accepted his big cock, her head moving slowly at first, before it set a faster pace and bobbled under his gaze. Andre shut his eyes in pleasure, his fingers tightening in her hair, eliciting a moan from her mouth which made a vibrating effect in his hardness. He grunted as he started to control the pace, his fingers which gripped the soft silver locks of her hair pulling and pushing.
Her mouth was wet and her eyes watered as he started to go deeper, the bulbous tip of his cock hitting her throat. Her moans spurred his grunts and veins spread on her forehead, courtesy of the large shaft trapped in her mouth.
But she enjoyed this feeling of giving him pleasure, although he was very much controlling the ride himself. She tasted the tangy salty thick liquid of his pre-cum, and moved her head deeper and faster, clenching her fists on his thighs when his fingers started to glide downward, stopping on her bra.
With the skills of a rake, Andre
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