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Taking A Big Black Cock II

He paused, fully embedded, a silent moment of pure, raw connection. Then he began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hips pushed forward, then pulled back, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, thick and heavy. Each thrust was a deep, guttural thud against my core. I watched him, watched his face, the muscles in his jaw clenching, his eyes half-lidded.

"Look at you," he rasped, a smile playing on his lips. "You love this, don't you, slut?"

"Yes," I ...