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Chapter 17 by lunarsun

Does she agree to count?

She counts

You pull out the wet panties in her mouth and use them to wipe a bit of stray pussy juices creeping down her thigh. Her naked pussy is dripping over your pants. You can't decide if you want to keep a distant view over her, or start to get closer.

She looks into your eyes and asks, "Do you want to take off your pants master?" You grin, this slut is ****.

Do you take off your pants

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