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Exploring a deeper meaning to lust, we became soaked in pleasure. Hands bracing for his entry I felt naughty lips on my innocent neck. In a twist of fate, my yearns taught him what excites me. Powerful thrusts put us in sync like a drug filled dance recital.
Pounding one, I gasp as water tickled my face.
Pounding two, put my nipples at odds with a steamy wall.
Pounding three, shook my body to its core as he asked me,”Who pussy is this?” The pleasure left my brain in a pool of confusion but I had only one answer.
“This pussy is mine, I am Livia Flair.”