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Ana de Armas

(Photographed by Greg Williams, 2018)

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He felt her cum, her tight rear hole gripping his shaft as she bounced up and down. Quinn’s huge tits shook with the force of her orgasm, and it was a magnificent sight to see. He continued to play with her swollen nub even as she slowed down and sank back completely, impaling herself on his cock to the hilt. “I would…” the man hummed, releasing his pinching hold of her clit and sliding his palms up to grip both of her tits. “You give me this ass as many times a day when I want… and I’ll make sure this cock is yours and only yours forever…” 

His chin arched up, whiskers scratching along the pale flesh of her neck. His lips touched her jaw, following along it to her ear. Slowly his tongue snaked out of his mouth and wiggled around her ear canal, letting her hear the throaty moans and growls of desire from how he was filling Quinn’s ass. “So do you want it from Daddy all the time? Going to be mine whenever I want it?” he asked softly, still gripping her throat with the other hand now.  

His whiskers scratching against her soft, pale flesh sent multiple shivers down her spine. His admission that he would leave her mother for her made her heart flutter slightly, and his promise that in return for her giving him her body whenever he wanted, he would only be hers made her stomach fill with butterflies. 

She hummed when she felt his tongue on her ear, his growls driving her lust filled mind wild. “Yes, Daddy,” she moaned. She hated herself for what she was about to do to her mother, but she knew that she couldn’t deny her want to be the only one he fucked, or the fact that she wanted him all to herself.