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I put my hands on her chest and began to squeeze and knead her nipples.
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Gradually, I did not have enough patience to wait until it slowly settles on me – my desire became frantic.

I took her buttocks and, tearing them in different directions, glaring at my nails, began to pull them towards myself so that she would fall down soon.
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I firmly grabbed her breasts and crossed my legs, I began to move her no longer up and down, but back and forth, pushing her over myself horizontally.
A tripod with a candle underneath it was wound back and forth, and the candle, pounding deep inside, pushed her into the belly, then into my incoming member.
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She threw her head back and forth, bending, now sticking out her stomach, and vice versa pulling him into herself.
And I already twisted it in all directions: now up and down, then back and forth, now in circles – around a tripod.
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