Abel - A Prisoner's Glory

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"What?" She asked brows knitted together as she stared up at me, yet she didn't try to resist as I worked my knees between hers, widening them a little, keeping my eyes leveled on her. "I already told you I'm not going to f**k you. I just want to see it. Get a clearer, better picture. Now lie back, sunflower." She drew in a sudden breath, but obeyed, slowly, watching me as I took her all in. I muttered a cuss, dropping to my knees as though in worship. She allowed me to spread her legs wide apart in the air and presented me with the most beautiful sight of her p***y opening to me, the pink lips glistening, gaping, her clit swollen. Fuck, I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply. She was aroused. My c**k was so stiff, it strained against my shorts, ready to burst out. I placed one hand against

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