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Jules started moaning, and I muted the volume on the display.
Moaning. Honey, there wasn’t anything in those pants worth moaning
about DILO NENA DILO

Jake had been on
the ladder, his arms stretched up above his head, a blue balloon cluster in
hand, when Jules had wandered in, her belly huge with pregnancy, and
walked up to him. She’d introduced herself, then—without even asking—
unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.
She’d been eight months pregnant, with feet swollen like a pork
shoulder, but her mouth had worked just fine. , just two rooms over que coño?

This one was interesting almost right away. I always enjoy A.R. Torre 🤓

n shes STILL lying bruhhh

that sucks for her