Chapter 95 What's this pussy made of

Alicia.

The table squeaks beneath me as Stefon plunges in and out of me, sweating profusely like he's running a marathon.

I lay there, my hands tucked beneath my head as I look up at the ceiling, thinking about Michael as whatever that Stefon is doing continues.

"Shitttt..." He cries out, stil...

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