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Meg moved fast, bouncing on his dick like she wanted it to hurt. Every smack made his stomach roil.
Dean turned his head to choke out a moan, his hips rolling in perfect sync with hers. Meg’s sharp hand snatched at his face to pull his gaze back to her. She was small and her breasts bounced perfectly. His eyes cut down to where they were connected, her pussy swallowing his dick repeatedly. Another wave of nausea making his hips buck.
He focused on her pussy, imagining what it was like to get fucked open until you couldnt think anymore.