Capri Cavalli leans back on the leopard-print couch, legs spread, letting him bury his face between her thighs. She grips his hair, guiding his tongue deeper while her boots stay planted on the cushions. He stands, she turns, and he drives into her from behind, her white dress hiked up, her moans growing louder with every thrust.
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