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Taking A Big Black Cock I

The bourbon burned a sweet trail down my throat, a familiar comfort. He sat opposite, dark eyes tracing the curve of my bare thigh where my skirt rode high. I loved the way the silk of my thigh-highs felt against my skin. Sarah, bless her, had just made her excuses. "I'm heading out, girl. You two look like you've got this." She winked. Mandy, you slut, my mind whispered.

"So," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Mandy."

"Yeah," I breathed, swirling the ice in ...