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Her arms spread across the blanket she gripped onto. I was settled in between her legs, she pulsated over my dick, and she was dripping excessively. I buried my face in her neck, breathing her grapefruit and orange aroma lined on her collar bone. My sweat dripped on her and she accepted everything graciously. I hovered above her, watching the…