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Night/Humid/Fan/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North


It was a mad rush to the bedroom. Jasbir Singh wasted no time. Under the guise of darkness, he groped senselessly. It was the sensation he had never felt before. It gave him a hard-on. He felt his dick screaming. Oh, what a feeling.

The pair of fresh silicon jugs reminded him of a stress-release massage ball. Soft and bouncy, no matter how hard he squeezed. He groped further, and harder. The ass became firmer, and tighter. Oh, what a feeling.

Jasbir couldn't hold it any longer. He pulled down his pink G-string. Gripping his erected shaft, he gave it a final yank, and shot his load. Oh, what a feeling.


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