God, it's so much. His mouth. His cock. She rocks between him and the door, grinding forward against his cock. When the kiss breaks, she's breathless, leaning her forehead against his. "At least one of us needs to be wearing less fucking clothes."
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God, it's so much. His mouth. His cock. She rocks between him and the door, grinding forward against his cock. When the kiss breaks, she's breathless, leaning her forehead against his. "At least one of us needs to be wearing less fucking clothes."