#277868 - I whisper your name, Gloria, oh my sweet Gloria; because I am so out of breath that I can barely breathe or speak clearly. You scream again and again as orgasms pierce your very soul and you lay back on the sand utterly spent, sweating as if in labor, but not the labor of childbirth. I try to pull away and you smile up at me and take my whole member deep into your mouth; your tongue moving over and around my swollen head, your hands stroking me.
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