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C u r t i s Duane's couch was filled with claw marks but I never cared as I continue to dig my claws on the soft couch every time Duane thrusts hard inside me. I think I was getting addicted to Duane because I would feel restless and irritated when Duane's not beside me. It was making me go crazy, so Duane and I spend the rest of the days that week sticking into each other like leeches and making love all around the corners of his huge flat. Literally, everywhere including the stairs. It was the most unforgettable to me and the way Duane f****d me like a beast without holding back was so good that every time I came, it sends me to paradise. We start our day with us f*****g and ended up with us still f*****g until we drop. I knew it was the heat that I couldn't stop thinking about Duane,
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