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 His lipsticklesbo breath is so hot and on her stomach, he lipsticklesbo's leaning so close. So close. So close and her lipsticklesbo mind is so far lipsticklesbo away... so very far away... Why lipsticklesbo is he just breathing? I want him to touch me again but I dare not lipsticklesbo speak or even breathe without lipsticklesbo his command.
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 With each five minutes that passed she online felt her breasts growing more lipsticklesbo and lipsticklesbo more heavy lipsticklesbo. She watched the clock. Tick Tick Tick lipsticklesbo. So slow. Breasts so heavy and nipples aching to be pinched and squeezed lipsticklesbo. Watching the clock. Watch the clock. Watch the.. Second hand inch around and around. Hypnotizing her online. There's that word again. That naughty word - Hypnosis. The one that has become her nemesis. Her pain and her pleasure lipsticklesbo. Watch the clock. Tick Tick Tick lipsticklesbo. Hypnotized by the second hand lipsticklesbo. Only 5 more minutes lipsticklesbo. Why is her pussy throbbing lipsticklesbo so uncontrollably today? Tick Tick Tick...
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 Alex's body explodes in orgasm as her Trainer cums deep inside her lipsticklesbo. Her lipsticklesbo tightness milking him and he reminds her of... something... tomorrow.. class... watch the.... Was she hypnotized? Alex lipsticklesbo rolls over to look at her blaring alarm clock, hitting the snooze button lipsticklesbo. Just 15 more minutes of sleep lipsticklesbo... just 15 more minutes lipsticklesbo of dream time....
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