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He moves the can effortlessly over me like icing a cake, like applying a first coat to a stretched canvas. Tiny bubbles burst and fizz over my nipples and my brain is an Alka-Seltzer dropped in a jar of whisky. My pussy is a car bomb outracing time and ticking me away. I wrap my legs around his tiny waist and pull his thickness deep into me.

Huffman Prarie Fuck Field: A ‘Mile High Club’ Prompt
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Kerry Grant (KG)

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Zatanna Dark
Zatanna Dark

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