Chapter 67 MY GREEDY HOLE GETS FISTED ๐Ÿ†โœŠ 2.

MY GREEDY HOLE GETS FISTED ๐Ÿ†โœŠ 2.

He went slow, twisting his hand gently as it advanced, letting my body adjust to each new fraction of width. I felt the thick ridge of his knuckles pressing harder and harder against my rim. The stretch burned deep, a sharp, constant pressure that forced the tight ...

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