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... t and tightness of her pussy had me on the brink of climax. Hers was perhaps the hottest pussy I'd ever been in. Was it because of her race? Different from Gabrielle's and Sandra's? That seemed likely.

I held back from cumming and continued to thrust against her.

"Nnn... haa... mmh..."

As I fucked her, I devoured Sandra's mouth, our tongues dancing together as we exchanged saliva.

Amon moaned softly as she squeezed my shaft with her pussy, matching Sandra's tongue ...

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