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Posted on May 20, 2025
With one hand gripping my face and the other locked on my waist, Mick Weston gave me no choice but to look at the mess I was becoming. Every thrust hit harder, and every moan just made him go deeper. He fucked me rough and deep, making me hold eye contact with my own reflection. Mouth stuffed, hole stretched, I was his to own.
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