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2024-10-29 19:42:56Using his hands this time, Joaquin massaged her bare breasts, first at a slow and gentle pace, then using his mouth. He began to suck her nipples one by one as if was a child with a bottle. Repeatedly and quickly, Laura let out a groan in the air.
Laura was lying on the bed, and sweat ran all over her body. Joaquin, who was beginning to feel pressure in his crotch, unzipped Laura’s pants. She just looked at him with a knowing smile, and they had both decided to undertake this travel. Joaquin unbuttoned his waist and lowered his pants, letting his virile member out. Laura, seeing him, only raised her waist and got on all fours.
Joaquin only approached her and only continued to connect with her, and now their bodies were united as one. Joaquin began to move ahead while she just got carried away with the
moment. Joaquin then, without disconnecting from her, turned her around, being face to face, then Joaquin resumed the rhythm, back and forth, not too slow, b
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