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My fingertips glided over Kelli’s clit, moving with a practiced rhythm. She writhed beside me, tightening her grip around my erection, sliding her hand back and forth faster. I groaned and smirked, pressing my finger pads firmer against her bundle of nerves, leaning in for a kiss before she pulled away, giggling.
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