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20 - Fresh Start
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2024-10-29 19:42:56***Bea's POV***
One moment I'm in Omar's car, battling the persistent nausea, the next under the warm water pouring from the showerhead, pinned between the glass panel and his scolding body, lost in the erotic rush of the hard kiss. I watch myself in his perspective as I push him away mischievously. My hands rub his member while I kneel. There are no words, just flowing lustful emotions. My mouth cups the top of his member while my eyes are set above. His sex hardens further with my hands’ twist motion and mouth pumps. Omar’s fingers comb my long black hair into a ponytail, gently preventing it from falling forwards as my thrust fastens. After a few deeper motions, his hips beg for something more. Assisting me up, I see myself turn around, arching my back, so my butt cheeks were pronounced towards him. From behind, Omar leans over, kissing my neck to shoulder line while caressing my breasts before standing up and positioning himself within me. Overw
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