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“Where are you going?" "You didn't..." "No, I didn't, but I'm in heaven deep in you. I want to stay like this. Let's talk." She burst into laughter. "Talk? Are you nuts? I can't talk while lying on top of you with your cock shoved deep inside me." He grabbed her by her waist and, without pulling out, he rose to lean on the wall, rearranging her to straddle him. "There you have it, no more lying.”

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Book:More than Meets the Ink
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