tingling nipple

It was the ripping sound of the long zipper that filled Stephanie’s pussy with juice. A shudder went through her, digging the pump hard against her bottom. Tom’s jeans went slack in the back and with a hard yank, Alyssa pulled them down to his knees. Stephanie pinched the tingling nipple of her left boob and bit her lip to keep a moan from erupting. White briefs hugged his muscular butt. Alyssa pulled the white cotton underpants half- way down his strong thighs.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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