Hellish heaven
She was there once again, on her knees, naked and waiting for him to come in. She was tense, nervous, afraid, just like the time before and still and yet again, so terribly, wonderfully alive. The door opened and she heard him close and lock it, put his bag down. The air seemed to have changed for her the second he came in. Hearing him was all she needed to focus; and all she needed to be happy. He repeated the same ritual than before. He let his fingers glide over her shaved and smooth pussy,...
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