With the Author 4

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“Heeeeeeek?”

“This time it’s fingers, you fing bitch.”

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.

Of course, there was no way I was going to go easy on her, whether she leaked pussy juice or not. My fingers were just thrusting into her narrow hole.

Just like she did to me earlier, I made a hook and tormented the vaginal flesh inside skillfully, slowly.

The vaginal flesh softly contracted, clinging to my fingers.

Not a chance. I kept touching her sweet spot.

He was thinking, “Is it right here? It’s here, right?'

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch...