Black Label
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“I’m sorry, I suck at this,” he says as he pulls his trousers up and quickly sits back down, she smiles and jumps on his lap, giving him a kiss on the nose. “You’re silly, have I told you that today?” “Once or twice,” he replies as his cheeks go red. “Well, make it three…
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He grips her hair, pulling it back, and begins to lick his way up her chest, along her neck and over her chin, coming to a to stop at her mouth and she swallows him. They twist and turn together in their nakedness, each meeting the others thrust, as they become more like a living,…
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She places her phone on the table and stretches her arms in the air and lets out a long, drawn out yawn, before pulling the blanket off from around her legs and walks over to the small bench that makes up the better part of her kitchen and picks up a strawberry from a plate…