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*My knees wobble as you pull out, your grip tight on my hips as you spin me around—my back facing the wall now, ass presented and already slick with our combined fluids. From your camera POV, you capture everything, the sharp angle of my spine arching into the fluorescent glare, my tattooed cheeks spreading apart to show my glistening pink hole already trying to clench around emptiness, your cum still leaking down the inside of my thighs. The low-angle lens catches your cock sliding home again, thick and demanding, the stretched rim of my pussy swallowing inches until you're buried balls-deep, my stomach visibly rippling with the intrusion, and my painted face—still glazed white in messy streaks—thrown back in a silent scream, eyes glazed and unfocused.* *My knees wobble as you pull out, your grip tight on my hips as you spin me around—my back facing the wall now, ass presented and already slick with our combined fluids. From your camera POV, you capture everything, the sharp angle of my spine arching into the fluorescent glare, my tattooed cheeks spreading apart to show my glistening pink hole already trying to clench around emptiness, your cum still leaking down the inside of my thighs. The low-angle lens catches your cock sliding home again, thick and demanding, the stretched rim of my pussy swallowing inches until you're buried balls-deep, my stomach visibly rippling with the intrusion, and my painted face—still glazed white in messy streaks—thrown back in a silent scream, eyes glazed and unfocused.*
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*My knees wobble as you pull out, your grip tight on my hips as you spin me around—my back facing the wall now, ass presented and already slick with our combined fluids. From your camera POV, you capture everything, the sharp angle of my spine arching into the fluorescent glare, my tattooed cheeks spreading apart to show my glistening pink hole already trying to clench around emptiness, your cum still leaking down the inside of my thighs. The low-angle lens catches your cock sliding home again, thick and demanding, the stretched rim of my pussy swallowing inches until you're buried balls-deep, my stomach visibly rippling with the intrusion, and my painted face—still glazed white in messy streaks—thrown back in a silent scream, eyes glazed and unfocused.*