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... ost tenderly even as she dominated me. "Take every inch. Feel how hard you make me." Her cock throbbed against my tongue, the veins rubbing roughly as she pumped in and out, saliva dripping down my chin.

I tried to pull back, but her hold was ironclad, making me bob my head under her control. The plushies shifted around us, a Snivy plush tumbling off the edge as the bed creaked.

"Mphmmm!" Tears flowed down my eyes as she held me in place.

She groaned, the sound vibrating ...

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