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He began to thrust his hips and it fucked his cock into soft, milk-drenched flesh. Elizabeth could tell just how much he was enjoying what she was giving him, so held her breasts tightly together and watched as the tip of his stiff shaft popped out the top of her cleavage. It made her move her hands, so her fingers rubbed on the slick

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