Futa Farm Girl-5

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“But…” Obviously thinking better of it, Danielle shook her head. “Listen, babe. It’s easy. Slot A is now in Tab B. But there has to be some motion in the ocean.” She rolled her hips up, meeting Jackie’s c**k, then sank down. “In and out, sweetie. In and out. Oh, damn,” she sighed, as Jackie began to move tentatively, “that feels so f*****g good. Stretching me. Stretching my hot p***y wide open with your futa-dick.” One hand slipped between them, softly strumming her clit, and her face went slack with pleasure. “Oh,” she moaned. “So goooood.” Meanwhile, Jackie started to f**k Dannielle in earnest, gaining confidence with every thrust. It was amazing how awesome it felt. She couldn’t decide what was better – the sensation of Danielle’s hot slick channel as it alternately gripped and relaxed

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