God yes. [ his groan of approval at that idea is almost comical, really, the appeal of that notion one that he doesn't hesitate to convey. his face continues to contort, eyes squeezing shut tightly and then half opening so that he can continue to watch everything from this angle. his hands move to grip onto her hips, fingers digging into the skin there, he starts to reach his own limit, words just pouring out of his mouth in a steady stream of panted nonsense. ] Yes, baby, God that sounds so good hrnghh yes, come on, cum for me baby, who's Kevin Bacon now.
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