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Vodka was making Petya so hot - but it seemed to have no effect on Kate at all. She was only smiling and gently slapping his hands that seemed to live independently from him - sliding along her smooth hips, trying to get under her skirt and let the middle finger penetrate this tight juicy pinkie that was concealed under thin lace. Fuck! Petya couldn't handle this shit any longer. All he wanted to do was bend this whore and bang her out of consciousness - which he did just a couple of minutes later paying no attention to the babe's shrieks and moans...
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