Playtime in My Hole
My favorite toy glides in, thick and smooth, and I moan like a good little slut. Every thrust makes me wetter, messier, and louder. My back arches, my thighs tremble, and my hole clings desperately to the toy, as if it doesn’t want to let go. It’s not just playtime—it’s a ritual of pure, filthy pleasure.
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