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"But, Mr. Peterson," she mumbled.
He held her wrist, making her hand dance on his cock. Kristi liked the way it felt, the way it thumped under her soft fingers. Her pussy was all hot again. "Mr. Peterson, I don't know if-"
"It feels good when you do that, Kristi," the man whispered.
"Oh," Kristi panted. "I don't know
"Goddamn, honey!" he gulped.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson," Kristi swooned.
"But, Mr. Peterson," she mumbled.
He held her wrist, making her hand dance on his cock. Kristi liked the way it felt, the way it thumped under her soft fingers. Her pussy was all hot again. "Mr. Peterson, I don't know if-"
"It feels good when you do that, Kristi," the man whispered.
"Oh," Kristi panted. "I don't know
"Goddamn, honey!" he gulped.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson," Kristi swooned.