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I take off my top and bend forwards so that that butch bitch Sara gets a good view of my rack. Tying my hair back, I then hop back and forth, waiting for one of us to make the first move.
superana i destroy you, why im stronger that you. i will smother you out, grabs your head pushing your head between my boob
As your vice-like grip tightens, I push my rack off your face, toss my head back (my hair now slick with sweat) and grimace. "Bitch," I gasp.One hand pins your cheek to the deck, whilst the other claw rakes the inside of your thighs as I try to loosen your grip.
Feeling your fingers up my nose is like an electric shock and I roll to one side. I can't rise fully, though, due to your grip on my tresses. I settle for pulling you to your feet, and blindly using my head as a battering ram to knock you backwards, whilst my arms flail about wildly