Fuming thought

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Marcel sat at a bar, a girl between his legs blowing him, but he was not at all interested, trying to close his eye to picture anything else, but all came down to Vanessa, and see her naked body under him as he f****d her into oblivion. He had the same occurring evening night of her with him, but always ends in a sad bit, and him hearing those words you disgust me ring every moment. The girl was trying so earnestly to bring him to an orgasm, sucking and taking his c**k down her throat for more heat. Even if he wasn't a bit interested in her, Vanessa was the only thing he could see as he came down that stranger's throat. "Get out," he said in a calm tone, "f**k" he utters before at ranging himself before the left that booth, he was in another club entirely not wanting to meet her, by c

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