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Meridiana’s hand could barely wrap around the thick girth, but she wasn’t one to back down.

She stroked him from the base all the way to the tip of that massive spear.

Rousse threw his head back with a growl when she picked up the pace, that delicious magic seeping into every pore of his cock.

His sterile balls kept tightening without pause.

Sshshhh, he was close to that nirvana of pleasure, and Rousse pushed his luck even further.

His hips thrust forward, setting a desperate rhythm, slipping the tip of his cock between his witch’s thighs.

Meridiana suddenly tensed at the change. She wasn’t in control anymore.

“Mmnn, don’t be scared, baby… sshh, I’m not gonna penetrate you, I just need… ah, fuck, yes… Mnnn, you’re so wet, honey…”

Rousse pinned her against the edge of the little table and began rubbing his swollen tip between her pussy lips.

He told her to keep her legs together as he jerked off like a pervert between her thighs.

He could feel the heat of her trembling sex, sl