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β β squint. Clawed digit beckoning her over
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β β at this point claws would soon leave gentle red spots at her hips and behind. He was getting into it. An audible nasal exhale at her biting, yet outmatched by his needy tongue lapping across the side of her neck.
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β β slowly getting heated, lapping and breathing against her spotless beauty. βThis is how you should wake me upβ¦β
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β β awfully soft when you remember how they often are, gentle slow pecs as his hands shift to bring her ontop of him. Lazy squeezes, lazy kneeding of her most wonderful flesh
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β β fingers attached themselves to her throat almost immediately. No squeezing, no force. Just a slow helpful guidance towards his face. A kiss
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