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And he ain't getting until Xuanwu decides to give it to him.
"Come on, at least try and say thanks."
Those words were clearly mocking him as he made sure to jump a little bit on his face. The hands that were stroking him went faster and faster, the sounds coming -
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a muffled sound that had a tone of appreciation sounded out from the impalas snout as he groaned..
that musky, sweaty asshole was SMOTHERING his greedy maw…
this hole was gonna be the death of him! he was already throbbing so damn hard…
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Letting the weight of his whold body rest on the face of the other one, pressing that sweaty entrance right against his nose, rubbing it up and down before accommodating himself so he could press it against his mouth.
"Hella easy to shut you up, lil' fucker."
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- that oversized flared fuckrod up and down.
"Just because of that, I would certainly use that face as a throne, just shut you up for a little bit."
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Looking down at the other one already hard from just staring at his body, having a big grin on his face of amusement.
"Sweet cheeks?"
He liked the nickname even if it had some mocking intentions behind it. Squatting to get to his levels, both hands already stroking -
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Pushing it all the way in, slamming their insides with his whole shaft and keeping it there.
"Say another word and I'll make sure you never see me again."
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