[ She spent more than a dozen years on the streets. The only cards she used to have were the ones she stole and thankfully keeping cash on hand is a hard habit to break (and the dice were looking kindly on Peter's dick).
Her groan comes louder now, her breath catching and stuttering as she adjusts to that second finger, the sound that follows one that would have been sure to get him hard if he weren't already well on the way there. Kenzi rolls her head, her lips brushing against his chest, her hand briefly stilling as she holds the base of his cock, only able to look back at him again as she remembers to keep working him over, milking his length as he tries to put a quick end to that call. ]
Hang up. [ Her voice pitched low before another groan rises up to swallow anything else she might have said. ]
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Her groan comes louder now, her breath catching and stuttering as she adjusts to that second finger, the sound that follows one that would have been sure to get him hard if he weren't already well on the way there. Kenzi rolls her head, her lips brushing against his chest, her hand briefly stilling as she holds the base of his cock, only able to look back at him again as she remembers to keep working him over, milking his length as he tries to put a quick end to that call. ]
Hang up. [ Her voice pitched low before another groan rises up to swallow anything else she might have said. ]